#like straight up it Was about it Being a headcanon and what angles one could take w/making meur any kind of trans/nonbinary

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TO THE ANON WHO SENT ME AN ASK ABOUT TRANS MEURSAULT: I WROTE 20 PARAGRAPHS AND THEN TUMBLR ATE. MY POST. EVEN THOUGH IT TOLD ME THE DRAFT SAVED.

I AM IN HELL

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Oral Headcanons - Kujou Sara, Hu Tao & Shenhe

A/N: Happy New Year! Here's to many new quality posts in 2024 🥂 CW: Male!Reader, every form of oral.

Her experience in the matter was… none. Just none. She came into the relationship with zero knowledge regarding sex, beyond the basic what-should-go-where, meaning she relied on your guidance at first. 

Being a giving personality type, Sara prefers to serve you rather than be eaten out, though she doesn’t completely rule out the second. If you offer her the chance, she won’t refuse it, even if receiving oral isn’t the hottest of things in her books. She still enjoys a thorough licking every now and then to mix up the usual, vanilla sex.

Sara has a strange relationship with rimjobs. On one hand, they seem quite… inappropriate. Licking her womanhood is understandable, and so is pleasuring your penis, but that? So why, on the other hand, does it feel so good? Sara indulges her desires from time to time, but she’d rather keep it strictly inside the bedroom, even if it’s the two of you. 

When Sara got the hang of things and stopped grazing you with her teeth each time you tried oral, she came to enjoy it more than she expected. Your taste, your warmth, your moans and throbs turn her on without fail, making her very diligent when it comes to making you feel good with her mouth. 

Sara isn’t a fan of rough play. She would much rather not have her hair pulled or her face fucked, and instead get to go at her own pace. Making head deep or sloppy doesn’t sound hot for her either - Sara tends to enjoy a more casual and gentle approach in bed. 

These preferences don’t mean you will come out of the bedroom unsatisfied - it will be quite the contrary. Sara keeps your pleasure as the priority, which, on top of her keeping an eye on your reactions, makes every blowjob feel heavenly. 

Her favourite way to go about sucking you off is having you lie down on your back, spread your legs and let her get comfy between them. She's not opposed to getting on her knees either, but she'd rather do some with you sitting down. It's just more comfortable this way and doesn't force her to angle her head straight up if she wants to look you in the eyes while feasting on your length. 

Dirty talking doesn't come easy to Sara, especially when she's in such a submissive position. Being the bottom takes away a lot of her confidence, makes her blushy and flustered, and leads to a fair bit of awkwardness each time she tries to say something hot. Thus, Sara keeps quiet, with a few words of shy praise sprinkled here and there. She does enjoy pleasuring you and she wants you to hear it, but the words just don’t fall easily out of her mouth. The least she can do is suck harder. 

Her usual techniques consist of rubbing your frenulum with the flat of her tongue while sucking on your head, on top of gently massaging your nuts to help get that cum out. When either of you needs a little break, she’ll fill the downtime with long licks along the shaft of your penis, never getting her eyes away from yours. Sara uses her tongue lightly but firmly, ensuring you get to enjoy her mouth thoroughly.

Between spitting and swallowing, Sara would rather do neither. She doesn’t enjoy eating your seed, but she doesn’t feel like spitting it out would be an enjoyable sight for you either. Getting your hot cum on her lips, breasts or face is quite hot in her opinion, so why not do just that? She can satisfy you both while not having to swallow the cum, the taste of which she finds gross (in a bad way). 

But… Could you try to aim well? Even if she wipes the cum off her clothes the smell - and the vivid memory - persist for quite a while, and end up being a flustering distraction for the poor Tengu. 

Experience? Not even a contest with Hu Tao. With how much sex you two are having, she could probably get a master’s degree in handling your cock. Her every hole knows the feeling of a good, thorough fucking and has likely adjusted perfectly to your dick, but Hu Tao wants more. 

Fucking is always the main dish, but some appetiser goes a long way too. Or some nice breakfast. Waking you up by taking care of your morning wood with her cute mouth is the least a wonderful man like you deserves. She likes when you use your tongue to get her off or let her ride your face, sure, but that’s quite the way from the hottest thing in the bedroom for her. What’s far more interesting than getting her cunt eaten is getting some alone time with just her, you, and your shaft. 

Every opportunity to get her hands on your shaft is not one she is willing to pass up on. That’s just the curse of being a hopeless nymphomaniac with endless libido, but the thing you’re carrying between your legs plays a big part too. It’s such a perfect cock for all purposes - for sucking, licking, fucking and breeding. And Hu Tao is not going to stop herself from appreciating it without restraint. 

Cock worship is the way Hu Tao walks with prideful steps. She doesn’t bother to follow any specific routine of pleasuring your manhood. Pure lust is what she’s running on when appreciating you, and it’s precisely that what makes her blowjobs so unique. Each one is a whole new experience - some are rough throatfucking sessions with lots of spit, gagging and choking while some are slow, gentle and focused on using her tongue to tease the cum out of you. She’ll be more than happy to take requests though!

Speaking of choking, that’s what gets Hu Tao the wettest. Is her throat so tight or is your dick so massive? Maybe both? Who cares - what matters is that your length and girth makes her gag and whine, which Hu Tao thinks is a better compliment than any words she could think of. But worry not - you’ll hear plenty of verbal affirmation too. 

Hu Tao is quite the talented girl with her words, not only on paper, but also in the bedroom. She’ll make sure you know how wonderful, tasty, warm, thick, hard and virile your penis is each time she gets her mouth close to it. A happy and regularly satisfied girl like her needs to show some gratitude, no? Her many hanpais written while she was away from you, dedicated to you and your body certainly prove both her poetic talent and notorious horniness. 

Some people say Hu Tao gives off a gremlin vibe. But she doesn’t agree - she’d rather say she has goblin energy. Cause she’s gobblin’ on these balls! They are the source of your masculinity (and your delicious cum, of course!), so they deserve just as much worship and adoration. While your cock gives her pleasure beyond words and keeps her on her best behaviour, your balls make sure you have the energy to indulge her and make her a mommy in the future. Hu Tao will gladly fondle, lick and suck them when the opportunity presents itself, always with a respectful gentleness.

Spit? Swallow? Why not both? Hu Tao will gladly open her cute mouth for a filling or let you douse her in your seed wherever you like. Make no mistake though - when you do the latter, she will lick everything up and give your dick a nice cleaning too. Good girls always swallow, and Hu Tao wants to be the perfect little slut for you. It doesn’t matter if it tastes a bit off - the look of lust in your eyes as you watch her enjoying your milk is more than worth it. 

Rimjobs are fun! Hu Tao has no problem with being a bit adventurous, especially if the reward is the chance to hear your deep moans as she works her magic, never leaving your shaft cold and alone, outside the firm grip of her hand. And when it comes to her? Well, when you flip her up and spread her cheeks, she can’t help but giggle in joy. That’s all there needs to be said. 

Getting eaten out is quite fun too. Sometimes the condoms run out and she needs just that little bit more pleasure to end the day off on, or the toys run out of battery, or she was a naughty girl and needs to make up with you for her mischief. Don’t expect her to be able to control herself when your rough tongue is lapping so well at her wet folds. You’ll always end up with a drenched face and a very horny Hu Tao on your hands. It might be a whole workout for her body with all the orgasms you bring, but her soul can be pleased only with your rock hard dick.  

Completely clueless. The most knowledge she had prior to getting on that level of intimacy with you was that sex makes babies and… that’s basically it. How does one go about it? How does it feel? Is it healthy? She wasn’t told, and her interest in the topic wasn’t extensive either. Shenhe just assumed she wouldn’t have the chance to put the knowledge in practice, as her life was her training, and her training was for a life of banishing evil. 

She did get to read a few smuttier books, but these were hardly a sex guide. With just a very general image of sex as a whole, Shenhe just let you do things to her while she just laid there and took it, occasionally asking a question or two in the act. Was this, combined with her general lack of noise making during sex a turnoff at first? Yes, obviously. There was some disappointment you couldn’t hide, and Shenhe picked it up right away. She didn’t want to see you sad because of her obliviousness, so she took to learning how to sex. 

Oral was a wholly foreign concept to the woman before you introduced it to her. She had a hard time grasping the point at first.

“Y/N?” “Yes, Shenhe?” “Why do you lick me down there?” “Well, to make you feel good, obviously.” “To ultimately make me orgasm, correct?” “Mhm.” “Then why will you not penetrate me instead? It brings me to orgasm faster, and is pleasurable for both of us.” “Do you not like when I please you with my tongue, dear?” “No, I enjoy it. But I don’t understand why we restrain ourselves from vaginal sex, which is more efficient at bringing pleasure.” “Sexuality is not about being efficient, Shenhe. It’s about exploring what we like, and enjoying it thoroughly. Also, oral sex helps bring some variety to our alone time.” “I do not understand. Are the many positions you can take me in not satisfactory for you?” “Wait! No, that’s not what I mean.” “Then why, if you want to cause me as much pleasure as possible, do you choose the less effective way?” “I mean, it’s a different sensation, no?” “Yes, it is. But there are better methods.” “Yes, there are, however-” “Why not use them then, if you desire to bring me to orgasm as many times as possible?” “You’re hopeless, Shenhe.” 

After many conversations and explaining, some more difficult than others, Shenhe understood the point. It is a different way to feel good, which although not as good as regular sex is also enjoyable. Understanding this made her enjoy cunnilingus from time to time, as long as it wasn’t facesitting. Shenhe doesn’t feel comfortable depriving you of air, even if it makes her feel good. Besides, why would she ever not want to see your face when you eat her out? Your head gliding up and down between her legs and your eyes, focused on hers yet locked in a trance-like state make her very wet, unable to resist the instinct to rock her hips to help you get deeper in with your tongue. 

Despite coming to enjoy this, Shenhe did develop a certain mindset of equality. You are taking the time and depriving yourself of pleasure to pleasure her instead, thus she should return the favour. Even when you explained to Shenhe that you love licking her and it brings you satisfaction, she insisted on giving you a blowjob after each dining session. The beginnings were rough, as expected, but she’s a quick learner and caught the jist of things in no time. You showed her how to make you cum, showed her where to touch and lick, and Shenhe memorised every word. While you constantly encourage her to feel free and explore different techniques, she always includes a few elements you told her about in the exact same form. Is her sucking still quite routinous at times? Yes, but it’s progress!

Your balls get a bit of play, but aren’t in Shenhe’s centre of attention by far. She uses some tried-and-true techniques, using them to help bring you up to the edge, push you through an orgasm or add a bit of light pain to make things interesting.  

Shenhe doesn’t swallow, mainly because she doesn’t like the taste. Semen is salty, thick, gooey and hard to gulp down. It also smells, which Shenhe doesn’t really find exciting. Despite not being into eating it, she does enjoy playing with it. Sometimes Shenhe gathers it in her hands and uses it as lubricant for a handjob or anal, sometimes she just feels it in her hands and sometimes she spreads it across her chest and stomach. It’s smelly and nasty, but in a good way. It helps her get into a more carefree and unrestrained mood. These things aren’t a problem either, as sex of any sort with Shenhe is always followed by a shower sooner or later. 

Giving you a rimjob is okay with Shenhe - sadly, you can’t enjoy the same variety of pleasure she can with her pussy, so any new way to make you enjoy yourself is welcome. But when it comes to receiving one, she’s more anxious than aroused. There are so, so many things that can potentially go wrong and break the experience, so she would rather not take the risk. In addition, Shenhe would prefer having her slit eaten, please.

Thanks for reading!

[tswhiisftteedr]

Not to be rude but you accidentally put val's story in vox's masterlist instead. Srry I didn't feel comfy dming you. Nothing against you at all I'm just a coward wanting to hide in anon haha. Ig while I'm here could I get vox general hcs pls?

What the Tv do? ☆ Vox General Headcanon + Drabbles (SFW & NSFW)

☆ Vox General headcanon + Vox x Gn!Reader(Employee!Reader??):

Some general thoughts about the tv man and also his relationship with the ‘reader’. This is silly, this is fun, fluffy and smutty.

Warnings: Mature Content, Not Proofread, Drinking, Death(literally overdose on coffe nothing gruesome), Drug use(c0caine and others substances), Sadistic Tendencies, Dub-Con, Power Imbalance/Power Play, Obsessive and Possessive Tendencies and Acts, Stalking, Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Boss x Employee, Pet Play?(Just collaring and slight animal based pet names), Valentino.

Words: Total: 5496 = Sfw - 2609 + Nsfw - 2887

Note: I only wrote 1 drabble, i might add more if people request it about the specific headcanon they want more on. so I’m not good with request like these, I like when they are more specific so I have sort of something to base my writing on, so sorry if you anon or people don’t like what I’ve wrote, r.i.p. >:/ Though tell me if you want more!!

☆ more under the cut. ☆

SFW:

☕︎ Coffee addict and 𓏊 Alcoholic

Vox is the figurative and quite literally incarnation of the ‘don’t talk to me until I’ve had my coffee’ phrase.

But we’re talking coffees instead of coffee with him — two cups straight out of bed to be precise. When totalling the day’s consumption, Vox indulges on average, 6-7 cups of 10 oz coffee; in addition to his morning coffees, he likes to have a mid-morning cup, then two during lunch and finally 1-2 cups during the afternoon depending how late he is working.

Is this per say, ‘healthy’? No, not at all, Vox couldn't care less — worst ‘worst’ case scenario, he quote on quote dies, the coffee he had intake ends up intoxicating him due to the splurging amount of it, turning this mondaine drink into a lethal liquid for the overlord’s body. His heart would stop, sub-consequently, him and his body would be out.

Though the good thing — or bad, it all depends on your angle — about hell is that in about the span of 10 minutes his body will have fully regenerate and be back open for business. Some sinners call it it a curse, he calls it a blessing, as this part of the ‘eternal punishment’ practically makes him immortal.

So is he going to work on regulating his caffeine intake? Obviously not!

Worst thing he gets from his ‘little problem’ is a heart attack, and they don’t permanently keep him down. — Sure, they hurt like a bitch, and he would rather not be having them at all to be truthful.

But he honestly he doesn’t see his bimonthly cardiac arrests as that steep of a price to pay. (Honestly how can such a smart businessman be so dumb about his health. * face palming and baffled at the idiocy of it all *)

Now when alcohol is the subject of conversation, Vox takes a slightly different approach, albeit one still characterized by overindulgence.

You see, he prides himself on being the epitome of a charming, classy, and self-controlled casual drinker, compared to his drunkard of a pattern —Valentino— our lovely show host with anger issues and both inferiority and superiority complex is a sophisticated and savvy man.

However, beneath this facade of self-control, which he upholds quite well to the public eye, hides his obvious alcoholism issues.

While he may not be stumbling and blubbering around, picking fights,— in most instances at least— Vox is certainly what you might call a “day drinker."

In fact, this is actually a canonical trait, which was displayed in episode two of the show; Him discussing with others Vees on how to deal with the radio demon’s comeback, a drink in hand.

I presume thatit was a scotch on the rocks due to it’s colour but also it’s historical relevance in relation to Vox’s person— Scotch whisky poured over ice, gained popularity in the 1950s primarily in Western countries such as the United States, the United Kingdom, and Canada.

It became a symbol of sophistication and leisure, often enjoyed in upscale bars, clubs, and lounges frequented by the affluent and fashionable crowd of the era.

Additionally, its popularity was bolstered by the rise of cocktail culture during the mid-20th century, as well as the increasing availability of Scotch whisky in international markets. — this fits quite nicely Vox’s character as it is both a drink of his time on earth but also one that remains relevant in the contemporary era.

It easily mirrors Vox's overarching desire to maintain relevance and significance, both in the present and in the ever-evolving future.

The overlord definitely adhere to ‘it’s five o’clock somewhere’ religiously. Though he does prefer to enjoy his daily drink around 5 p.m. PRT (Pride Ring Time).

He will occasionally enjoys a drink with his lunch, often opting for wine, although this isn't a regular occurrence for the man.

As someone constantly under stress, with his mind racing to keep up with the ever-changing trends and opinions in hell, Vox is a type to indulge in a nightcap or two before bed.

It helps him unwind and achieve the relaxed state of mind necessary for a restful night's sleep.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Sleep

While the notion of ‘Vox's dreams playing on his screen while he's asleep’ is an amusing concept for fanfiction or artwork, I personally find the idea of ‘the VoxTek logo bouncing around like the DVD logo’ to be more fitting for Vox.

Before delving further, it's important to note that initially, it wasn't necessarily the VoxTek logo projected on his screen; however, I'll address this shortly.

The reason I lean towards the DVD logo concept is because I find it unlikely that Vox's screen would be completely black during sleep. A completely dark screen would imply the device is completely off, no energy is being received or given by it, which would suggest that it is no longer alive. Having some activity on Vox’s screen while asleep would signify that his program is still active, indicating he's still functioning, essentially alive.

Now regarding the widely shared headcanon, I have my own personal take on it.

When Vox first manifested in hell, his 'real name' appeared on screen. By 'real name,' I mean the one he had on Earth, which I believe wasn't Vox —That name seems too futuristic for a person born in the early 1900s or the kind of name you'd associate with a 1950s businessman— Vox is a name he chose for himself after death, symbolizing a fresh start, though I do think that his real name might also have started with a V.

(This perspective extends to other 'Vees' as well, although Velvette seems more plausible as a given name, I suspect it might not be her original one. Valentino, on the other hand, feels like a name assigned to him, but he too might have adopted a new one after death.)

Initially, Vox was unaware of his old name appearing on his screen while he slept since he wasn't conscious during that time. It wasn't until about half a year into his time in hell, during which he introduced himself as Vox to everyone, that one of his acquaintances pointed out this aspect of his physiology. Something along the lines of "Who's V———?" or "Why does V——— show on your screen while you sleep?" triggered a cascade of reactions in him.

Firstly, he panicked, realizing that people had access to his old identity. Secondly, he was puzzled by this phenomenon since no TV he had encountered displayed such behavior, which was normal considering DVDs weren't invented before 1996. — Hell sure was weird, he possessed technological features as part of his physiology before they were even invented— Lastly, this revelation instilled in him a new fear of sleeping.

This behavior stemmed from Vox's desire to construct a fresh existence in hell, complete with a new identity, image, empire, etc. The thought of others accessing his old name and exploiting it to uncover details about his past, including his behaviors, weaknesses, and tactics, filled him with dread.

As a result, he became hyper-vigilant, refusing to sleep unless he was certain of his solitude, fearing the potential repercussions of his former identity being known.

It wasn't until the mid 1960s that Vox had finally managed to upgrade his system, replacing ‘V———‘ with 'Vox'. However, even after this upgrade, he still harboured reservations about sleeping around others for about a year or two. He feared a potential glitch that could revert his screen to displaying his previous name.

Around the late 1970s he had made an adjustment to this aspect of his body once more, replacing 'Vox' with the VoxTek logo after a certain moth had suggested it.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sexuality

Our beloved Tv Demon a canonical bisexual man, but I personally believe that while he may have bisexuality as his sexual orientation, — his attraction to men was something he only came to realize after death. Although there were subtle hints of his attraction to the same gender based on how he felt about them, he unfortunately didn't grasp them while still alive;

It would have been the late 1950s, and Vox had been in hell for about a year or two. In his earthly life, he had been with his fair share of women, and even in the "surprisingly not so fiery pits of the underworld," his ability to attract partners hadn't diminished much once got over his TV head appearance and let place for his charming and savvy persona to take over.

His love life seemed unchanged, perhaps with occasional exploration of new kinks, until that fateful night of October 11, 195X...

Vox had gone out for a drink after a grueling day at work, back when he was still toiling away at a low-paying job in an electronics factory, toasters, vacuum, etc. Despite the shitty work he had to go through, he had the perk of taking home broken scraps, which eventually played a role in his rise to success. But let's refocus on his night out, shall we?

He walked into his newfound favorite spot, a comedy bar where he sought solace in laughter and libations after a hard day. Arriving just as the performer began their set, he headed straight to the bar for his usual whiskey on the rocks, with nothing else on his mind. It wasn't until the comedian delivered a particularly hilarious joke that Vox turned to look at them and found his attraction piqued.

It was evident that they were a man with the specific style flashy outfit and makeup they wore. The voice was also a dead giveaway. The person now standing on stage, delivering one funny punchline after another, was a drag queen – a stunning one in Vox's eyes.

He couldn't tear his gaze away; there was something irresistibly captivating about the humorous individual on stage.

After the performance, as they made their way to the bar, Vox seized the opportunity. He introduced himself, and they exchanged pleasantries. They shared drinks and engaged in lively conversation, making for a truly enjoyable night that ended with a bang, quite literally.

In the morning, as clarity returned, Vox couldn't help but feel confused. He had never been attracted to men before, so he initially chalked it up to the alcohol or the fact that his night companion appeared so feminine that he mistook them for a woman.

However, as memories of the night flooded back, he couldn't deny his genuine attraction to every aspect of his partner, even the unmistakably male parts.

Initially, it felt strange to Vox as he reflected on the experience. However, after hours of deep contemplation, everything started to fall into place.

Vox realized he had always felt an affinity towards men, though expressing it as "liking men" might have appeared odd to outsiders. When he used that phrase, it wasn't in the context of sexual or romantic attraction but more of an admiration.

Yet, upon further reflection, he acknowledged that his feelings surpassed mere admiration.

He had never entertained the idea of it being anything akin to sexual or romantic attraction, but his recent encounter forced him to reconsider as he contemplated his life and the events of the previous night.

Vox liked men;

— Vox had always been drawn to the men of his time who exuded masculine confidence and assertiveness, finding their presence alluring and desiring to be in their company constantly.

He liked when they wore classic masculine fashion, such as tailored suits with narrow lapels, fitted jackets, and straight-leg trousers. These outfits oozed sophistication and professionalism, and Vox admired the attention to detail displayed.

Additionally, he liked when men would add classic accessories like fedora hats, skinny ties, cufflinks, and pocket squares to their outfit, they added to the polished and stylish appearance.

The preppy style also appealed to Vox, as he admired men who wore V-neck sweaters, button-down shirts, khaki trousers, and loafers. This style exuded a sense of casual elegance and refinement that he found attractive.

He also had a penchant for rebellious men who embraced a non-conformist aesthetic, often seen in leather jackets, denim jeans, white T-shirts, and motorcycle boots.

Vox liked when men were smart and witty, could keep up with the conversation and also teach something along the way.

Vox liked men who exuded strength and athleticism, finding their ability to handle themselves physically appealing. For instance, witnessing a fistfight between coworkers would stir his emotions, initially attributing his excitement to the violence of the altercation.

However, he would inevitably find himself gravitating towards the winner, intrigued by their display of strength and skill, and feeling drawn to them in some inexplicable way. There was something about winners that captivated him and sparked his desire to get closer to them.

He like men who were daring, adventurous, and unafraid to push boundaries, they appealed to his sense of excitement and thrill-seeking.

He liked men who were ambitious, goal-oriented, and willing to pursue their dreams with determination might have resonated with Vox on a subconscious level.—

After his one-night stand, Vox was determined to clarify things once and for all. Following another grueling day of work, he ventured out again, this time to a gay bar, seeking the company of someone who embodied the traits he found most appealing in men, wanting to ensure it wasn't just the alcohol or the femininity of his previous partner. Without delving into detail, let's just say he had quite the night and afterward, there was no doubt in his mind: ‘he liked women, and he definitely also liked men.’

Following that experience, Vox began seeing more individuals of the same gender. However, he still held onto the notion that while he might be attracted to men, he didn't believe he would be interested in them as anything more than sexual partners. That was until he met Alastor...

Initially, Vox approached the radio demon seeking friendship or perhaps a partnership, given Vox's burgeoning company and rising status as an overlord. However, he soon found himself enamored with Alastor. Unfortunately for Vox, his feelings were not reciprocated. After that, Alastor distanced himself from Vox, leading our TV host to regard his old love as an enemy.

In response to the rejection, Vox decided to cease seeing men altogether, engaging in a series of short-term relationships with women. However, he soon realized he was simply idealizing Alastor and shifted his focus from woman to men for meaningless relationships, attempting to prove to himself that any other man was better than "that Bambi bitch."

But this approach only intensified the emptiness he felt. Recognizing the detrimental effects of his frantic behavior on himself and his company, Vox resolved to regulate and get back on a more business focused path.

The fact that rumours began circulating about his supposed "homoerotic relationships," was also a big push into getting back on track, as a word like that getting out was detrimental to business, since being gay was still stigmatized even in hell, during this time period.

It was around the late 1970s, with the rise of gay rights activism, that Vox began publicly dating men. Coincidentally, this was also when he met and began his business partnership (and more) with Valentino.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Names

Vox has a penchant for using endearing or patronizing nicknames, regardless of the gender of his employees. He will refer to them as "sweetheart," "doll face," or simply "doll."

In moments of frustration or when faced with resistance, he's not shy about using terms like "little girl" or "little boy," or even "kid," to belittle those who question him.

Additionally, he might employ terms like "Princess" or "your highness" as forms of condescension, no matter the gender of the person he is addressing.

NSFW

𓊔 Party

Despite Vox's obsession with his and the Vees' image, when it comes to partying, he becomes a total animal — I’m talking ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’ type of wild.

Lavish gatherings marked by obscene spending and excessive drug intake, especially cocaine.

Vox typically indulged in doing lines off his desk or the luxurious crystal table in the lounge. However, what truly exited him was snorting lines off someone, getting his rocks off at their inability to refuse his advances and delighting in the control he exerted as he pinned them down to prevent any squirming.

The slight anxious tears and nervous mewls from whoever served as his snorting surface always stirred something within Vox. While he would grow irritated if they moved too much, the subtle signs of fear, such as the wetting of their eyes and trembling breath, would quickly reignite his unstable emotions. He found himself intensely aroused by their scared state, and more than once, he acted on these desires…

Drabble:

You were a VoxTek employee, more specifically; Vox’s secretary.

As Vox's secretary, navigating Alastor-related tantrums and enduring the grueling hours could be incredibly taxing, but the job itself had its perks.

Thanks to your position in the company, you enjoyed luxurious accommodations in the finest suites the V Tower had to offer.

Despite the challenges, Vox could be surprisingly pleasant, his charismatic charm reminiscent of his earlier days when his hypnosis wasn't as potent. And beneath the unconventional exterior of his TV head, there was no denying the appeal of his well-built physique.

Given the close proximity and constant interaction with Vox, it was inevitable to develop a small crush on your boss. His magnetic presence and the fact he was practically the only person you interacted with regularly since he requested you to work closer to him about three months ago only fueled this infatuation.

You liked your boss, but at this moment, you couldn't stand him;

It was 3 a.m. on a Sunday, the one day of the week you were supposed to have some semblance of off-time, with the luxury of sleeping in until noon.

But instead of enjoying your well-deserved rest in bed, you found yourself reluctantly entering the elevator, begrudgingly making your way to the usually closed-off top floor of the building.

Why? Because you had received a threatening and slightly slurry phone call from your boss, demanding your immediate presence or else face termination.

With your livelihood seemingly hanging in the balance, you complied without questioning, even though you loathed every second of it.

After punching in the code provided, you entered the lounge area of the top floor to find all three Vees lounging about. Valentino was enveloped in smoke, while music filled the air.

"Y/N! So glad you made it! Come 'ere," Vox exclaimed, his gestures frantic, urging you to approach quickly. He appeared laid-back, friendly, and strangely excited, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor of coldness and condescension.

Confusion clouded your expression as you approached the couch, unsure of what to make of Vox's sudden change in behavior. Velvette, noticing your bewilderment, chimed in with an explanation. "He took some MDMA before he called you — actually, he couldn't stop blabbing about your ass once that stuff kicked in," she divulged matter-of-factly, adding another layer of peculiarity to the already bizarre situation.

‘Ah, he’s high — that explains the weird friendliness.’ You thought to yourself.

But before you could dwell on it too long, Valentino's words snapped you out of your thoughts, "Yes, little Voxxy over there couldn't stop talking about how much he wanted his little secretary with him right here. He just had to call you, despite it being the middle of the night. I'm sorry you're losing your beauty sleep right now, cariño," he said, his tone tinged with insincerity from false remorse. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he finished speaking, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the moment.

“Val, Vel! You can’t tell them that! Or they’ll, they’ll… fuck!” Vox began to say, but something mid-sentence seemed to frustrate him.

Before you could question it for too long, Valentino answered that question for you. “They’ll figure out you have a little crush on them. Aww, don’t worry papi, it’s not like they can say no to you either way,” the moth darkly announced, frightening you, as it was technically true that you had to obey whatever order your boss gave you; it was in your contract after all.

To your somewhat relief, Vox scoffed at his part-time boyfriend's comment, as if to convey that he wouldn't behave in such a manner.

"Shut the fuck, Val!" Vox began, his frustration evident, before redirecting his attention back to you. "And you, lay down on the table." Confused by the request, you briefly wondered if he was joking, but the seriousness etched on his face made it clear that he wasn't. Resigned, you followed his instruction and laid down on the table as he commanded.

As soon as you complied, a smile spread across Vox's face. "Good, good. Now be a good little secretary and stay still as I do some lines off you, m'kay?" he instructed.

Before you could process anything or say something, he pushed your shirt all the way up, ending just under your chest, and tugged your bottoms down slightly — exposing your whole stomach.

Attempting to voice your discomfort, you were promptly shushed by Vox. "Shhh, you're being a table for me right now, and last time I checked, tables don't talk, now do they, sweetheart? So be a doll and shut up," he said, eliciting laughter from the two other Vees.

You complied with his instructions and remained silent as you felt him pour some powder onto your abdomen. Knowing the drugs he usually made you order on his behalf, it was probably coke.

With that, he quickly formed about three lines and began snorting them. The sensation felt odd and somewhat ticklish to you, but what you didn't expect was for him to lick the parts of your belly where the powder had just sat — long lines that started from top to bottom, causing you to squirm involuntarily.

Vox didn't appreciate your movement, because ‘how dare his table move?’. In response, he firmly gripped your waist on both sides and forcefully slammed your hips against the table as a warning to ‘stop moving’.

However, his claws dug into your skin, causing you to cry out slightly. Upon seeing the small tears in your eyes, his mood shifted once more, from aggravation to something more lustful.

He relished the sight of you with tears in your eyes, so he decided to inflict a bit more pain. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he bit at your sides, knowing that you couldn't retaliate due to the hierarchical difference between you.

His bites started from the top, gradually getting lower until they ended up just above your crotch. With a slight, heavy breathing, he remarked, "Now what do we have here? A snack for me? You shouldn't have." As he removed your bottoms, leaving you in your underwear, a slight moist patch formed due to the position you were in.

Sure, Vox was an entitled asshole, but god, did he look and sound incredible when he was being mean and bossy. How could you not get aroused, especially when his face and long tongue ass were so close to your intimate parts.

"You want me to play with you, darling?" Vox asked in a manner that almost made it feel like you had a choice. There was something about it that suggested he might respect your decision if you said no—sure, he wouldn't like it, but he definitely had this thing where he wanted you to want him, to beg for him, to need him. Forcing himself on you wouldn't align with that desire.

You nodded, but he tutted at you, wanting a verbal answer. "No, no, no, it's 'Could you please, sir?' or 'Would love to, Mr. Vox,' or 'Please, I need you, Vox.' You've got to speak up if you want me to do anything to you, got it, dollface?" he clarified, emphasizing the importance of explicit consent, whether it was due to genuine respect for your boundaries or just his enjoyment of your yearning for him, it was a bit unclear. However, knowing Vox, he probably just got off on your embarrassment.

"Yes, sir," you said, feeling embarrassed. "So? Do you want me to give some love to these," he asked, tracing the outline of your underwear, "lovely parts?" He perked up.

"I would love for you to, sir," you managed to speak out. With a 'perfect' from your boss, he was now eagerly devouring you with his tongue, sending small pleasurable shocks through you as he did. No part of you down there was left un-licked.

Just as you were about to reach that sweet, sweet release — Vox removed himself from you, causing you to whine at the loss of pleasure.

"Don't worry," he said, but before you could complain too much, Vox lifted you up and threw you onto the couch, your face soon hitting the satin pillows. As you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, you felt your hips being repositioned, leaving you face down and ass up.

Vox quickly pumped his cock a few times, not needing much as it was already hard from the sight of you writhing due to his tongue. Getting close to your ear, he whispered, "Cuz I'm not done with you, dollface."

Then he promptly shoved himself inside of you. Thankfully, whatever he was doing with his tongue a couple of instances ago had prepped you, because, woof, did the stretch sting.

After giving you a few moments to adjust, he began pounding you into tomorrow, playing with your front and sending small shocks here and there. With no regard for his colleagues sitting right beside him —or should I say colleague, as in singular—Velvette had left as soon as he began working you with his tongue. However, Valentino remained, watching the scene unfold with keen interest.

Your soon came undone due to his rough ministrations, but he was far from done with you...

⫘⫘⫘ Ownership, ⛌⛌⛌ Humiliation & Collar

If you haven't already figured it out yet, Vox is a sadist. He thoroughly enjoys power dynamics and the act of humiliating others.

Continuing from the previous headcanon, picture yourself as either hired as his secretary or as a low-ranking demon in his company who catches his eye. If you're the latter, he'll undoubtedly arrange for you to be transferred to work closer to him.

But anyway, my point is, as soon as you're in his close proximity, he'll literally makes you his bitch on call in the blink of an eye. And obviously, you can't refuse because, one, he's your boss; two, he's an overlord; and three, he's Vox.

Who would refuse that hunk? Even if you weren't initially attracted to him, you'd find yourself becoming so after a couple of weeks, even if it's just some weird mild attraction—you're still into him.

Once he's got you in his grasp and has fucked you at least once, this is when he begins to play with you. He'll make you start wearing a vibrator under your clothes at work, ordering you to remove your clothing every morning and show him, to ensure you did it. Then he'd send you on your merry way.

If he wasn't physically with you, he'd be watching you through his cameras.

And every time you would be talking to someone and he deemed it too long, you weren't paying attention to him, or you were zoning out/getting distracted, he would turn the vibrator on to 'get you back on track'.

Though he did like to sometimes turn the vibrator on just to tease you. For example, you're in the middle of telling him about a shift in his appointment in a room full of people, and he would suddenly turn it on to fuck with you.

He also has a huge thing for pulling you by your soul chain. He just loves, loves, loves summoning it out of nowhere and just tugging you along with it.

For instance, you could be telling him about some issue concerning a recent project, and he would tell you to come closer so he could hear better.

As you walk closer towards his desk, he deems your pace too slow. Without warning, he summons and tugs at the chain around your neck, causing you to fall to the ground.

In an attempt to brace the fall, you put your arms out, catching yourself and ending up on all fours.

But as you try to get up, he would tut at you, ordering you to “Crawl to me.” You’re humiliated, but you still do it as he watches you like a hawk, a satisfied grin on his face.

If you also happen to scrape or bruise yourself when you fell and some small tears form in your eyes, let me tell you, he would get so bricked up as soon as he noticed them.

And of course, he would make you blow him, though it would end up with him face-fucking you, as it usually did.

He would also hold your head down as he dumped his cum down your throat, then he would pull your nose with his free hand, saying that “you don’t get to breathe until you’ve swallowed it all.” And of course, you would do it because you don’t want to literally choke to death on your boss’s dick.

Once he was sure you had swallowed it all, he would finally release you, allowing you to take some air in. Then he would make you stick out your tongue, and he would spit in your mouth, making you swallow that too.

𐂯 Training

He liked using small electrical charges as a ‘training method’, and this method has two stages. This would happen after he already had you as his personal toy— I mean, ‘secretary’.

At first, he uses electricity to reprimand you whenever you weren’t paying attention to him, questioned him, said no to things, or did anything that he considered as bad behaviour.

He would shock you, making you associate ‘bad behavior’ with pain, so you would end up automatically correct yourself before you even do or say something.

If you take a bit too long to ‘adjust’ to this new way of acting, he might resort to a little bit of hypnosis, but he would prefer not to.

He gets off on the fact that he can train you to behave just with his words and actions, without the help of any special ability.

Anyways, when he is sure that he has drilled into you what proper behavior is, he’ll employ phase two. He’ll start training you to enjoy the sting of his electricity.

So, whether he's fucking you, giving you head, touching you, or basically providing any sort of pleasure, every time you would be close to reaching your peak, he would send jolts of electricity through you, gradually increasing the dosage over time.

Things would get to the point that a small shock from him would be enough to get you turned on, and bigger shocks would be able to literally make you cum.

ฅ Pet

For the most part, he wouldn’t see secretary!reader as a partner. It’s only after a while, like a year or more, that he would start considering it.

He views them as his romantic interests, but not on his level. To keep face with the other Vees, even though they both knew about his crush from the beginning because he was so obvious with it, he would call you his pet.

Sometimes literal ‘pet names’ like puppy, kitty, bunny, etc. (Personally, I would love for him to call him his bunny <3.)

What he calls you all depends on your appearance and behaviors. For example, if you manifested with a more feline appearance, he would call you his kitten or kitty. If you didn’t have animal-like features but for example, were very needy, had a tendency to follow around, and were a sucker for praise, he would likely call you his puppy.

𓌏 Punishments

Besides using electric shocks, he is definitely into spanking as a form of punishment—whether it involves pulling down your pants or lifting your skirt, spanking you for every ‘transgression’ you’ve committed is something he’s totally down for.

It can be a really strange experience if you weren't a masochist to begin with because he'll end up having you conditioned to enjoy physical punishments;

For example, he would be spanking you, and you find yourself getting turned on, arousal literally leaking due to his rough treatment of your behind.

Edging and overstimulation are also big in his book, though each has its own set of circumstances where they would be implemented.

For instance, if you weren't paying attention to him because of someone else, he would overstimulate you to the point where you couldn't think about anyone but him, asserting his superiority over whoever had your attention.

If you weren't paying attention for any other reason, he would edge you, because ‘how dare you ignore him when he should be the most important to you!’.

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Solarmoon Fic

Did i write a small fic based on the headcanon I wrote, yes, yes I did. Enjoy my first time writing anything TSAMS related. Hope you all enjoy

Solar's Rays

Word count: 3,242

Chapter 1 ( Complete)

Summary

Nggh?”

He blinked out of his thoughts at the sound Solar made. A light glow clicked on his face. He had been so deep in thought, so busy thinking about his friend's rays. That he hadn’t realised that he had started to brush his hands through them.

Fingers gently stroking one after the other, From Solar’s most bottom ray, to the one next to the top and back. They were moving with them. Sliding in and out, gently trailing after his fingers as he kept them moving. Afraid to stop at this moment,

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Moon was thinking about the times he realised that Solar's rays actually can move. Despite everyone thinking they can't. And as they are cuddled up together, he starts absentmindedly playing with them.

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The TV was playing videos on autoplay, and he was too tired and exhausted to get up and turn it off. He should probably plug in soon and not risk running his battery out. But he was just too comfy.

At some point he had sagged into the corner of the couch in the gaming room, Skyhook perfectly cushioned between some pillows so it didn’t bother him in his slagged position. He and Solar had gotten into a joke argument. And as a result, Solar had laid on top of him to trap him.

But that was hours ago, and at first, it was a bit uncomfortable. They had shifted over time.

Now Solar lay half sprawled against his chest, Half against his side, legs thrown over his lap, Solar's head resting against his shoulder. Solar's left arm was warped around his lower back. They had been lying cuddled up together for so long now that Solar's weight had become a nice warm blanket.

His right arm had ended up around Solar's shoulders. His left was holding the ankle joint of the leg Solar had thrown over his lap when he initially trapped him. Every once in a while the bell at the end of his head jingled against his shoulder as Solar absentmindedly seemed to tap it with his free hand.

He looked down at his friend. From this angle, it was hard to see his faceplate, but Solar's eyes were half-lidded and seemed completely zoned out. A few of his rays moved the tiniest amount with the smallest of sways.

He remembered the first time he had noticed it.

For the longest time, he thought that Solar’s sun rays were bolted in place. And it wasn’t strange to think that. Unlike Sun’s rays, Solar’s didn’t ever spin, sway or move back into their housings.

Earth tried to play with them from time to time. But they were as stiff as they can be, but apparently still quite sensitive. And if Sun wasn’t around Solar happily let her play with them.

But then when they were alone in the lab, or hanging around like they were doing now. He thought he had seen them move. He thought it must have been a trick of the light. Or that he had been hanging around with Sun a lot, and was just associating certain emotions with movements.

But then one day, He made a dumb joke. He honestly didn’t remember what he even said. They had been snarking back and forth most of the day. But instead of an amused snort, Solar had burst into full-blown laughter and he was caught so off guard.

Solar’s rays had spun as he did so. Making a soft whirring sound that made that wonderful sound of laughter even prettier. The sight of his friend being so happy. It was doing something to his chest. Feeling fluttery and excited.

He started paying extra attention to his best friend. It seemed like when he was around the others the rays were still as bolted in place as ever. But in moments when they were alone…

He started noticing the movements. The sways. So very subtle it could barely be seen. Also, the movement didn’t start straight away when they were alone. No, it usually happens when they are alone for a longer time. He wasn’t a hundred per cent sure, but he thought he could hear a small click sound just before they started moving.

He needed more data…but. If his hypothesis is correct…Then Solar might be deliberately turning it off and on.

Around him….

He cut off his fans, so they wouldn’t make that embarrassing whirring sound. Not with Solar lying on top of him where he could hear and start asking questions.

The thought that his best friend trusted him so much. That he was seeing a part of him that no one else did. It was doing confusing things to his head. It felt like matrices that had long been abandoned started firing. And he wasn’t sure if he knew how to deal with it yet.

Right now he is gonna give all his attention to studying his friend's rays. He can table the other thoughts and feelings for now. The full-on spinning of Solar’s rays he had managed to induce two times after his first time spotting it. Once was with another joke.

The other was when he had managed to fluster Solar. He had complimented him on the work he had done on Jack. And while the animatronic still needed some work. He had been so impressed by how quickly Solar had made him.

The sincere compliment and praise had seemed to fluster the eclipse animatronic. So much so that he was just fumbling with his tools as the rays spun along with his fans. Pretty sure his face had been glowing too.

And that, that he hoped to see again. Along with the almost shy smile, and the genuine happiness that coated his face. He wanted his best friend to feel that love. He deserved it, after everything. And if he could do that. IF he could make him see how wonderful Solar actually was?! He was gonna do it.

“Nggh?”

He blinked out of his thoughts at the sound Solar made. A light glow clicked on his face. He had been so deep in thought, so busy thinking about his friend's rays. That he hadn’t realised that he had started to brush his hands through them.

Fingers gently stroking one after the other, From Solar’s most bottom ray, to the one next to the top and back. They were moving with them. Sliding in and out, gently trailing after his fingers as he kept them moving. Afraid to stop at this moment,

Solar let out another confused noise and there was a silent click. He feared he might have made Solar shut the movement off. As he stayed near the bottom ray, just gently rubbing it between his two fingers. But it still sprang a little from its housing. Then he noticed the light reflective glow on his chest plating and realised that Solar was blushing.

As much as it pained him, he did stop. Having clearly embarrassed his friend. Slowly pulling his hand away.

“Sorry, didn’t realise..”

His whisper felt so loud in the room. Despite the videos still playing and shining a kaleidoscope of coloured lights all over them. And the sound is still emanating softly from the speakers. His words felt so much louder.

Because despite his experiments, they never once addressed this. It felt like something fragile. So fragile, but acting like nothing happened now. That seemed cruel in its own way. He rested his hand back on Solar’s shoulder. And internally deciding to lock it in place from the elbow down. As not to absentmindedly start again.

“Won’t happen again”

Solar hadn’t said anything, hadn’t moved at all. The occasional jingle that had sounded from his bell had fallen silent. He dared a glance down, but he still couldn’t see his friend's face. Maybe he should move his hand off his shoulder, or let go of him completely, he didn’t want him to feel trapped, or uncomfortable.

Maybe he should suggest they turn in for tonight. It was getting late, And in an hour or so he would reach the single digits. But would that feel like he was fleeing the situation? That he didn’t want Solar close?

He really didn’t mind the cuddling they had been doing. He didn’t get hugged very often. And this close contact, even as it had started as a joke. It was so nice. If they didn’t have to. He didn’t want to sto-

There was a soft squeeze around his waist, soft barely there. But enough that he could feel the hidden tips of Solar's claws for a fraction of a second. He had forgotten Solar had taken his gloves off as they had become covered in more grease than normal and were now being washed in the machine downstairs.

Then Solar tilted his head slightly, the bottommost ray tapping against the top of his fingers. He restored his functions briefly to return a soft squeeze to his shoulder. Locking his other hand in place as well as he almost started moving his thumb against the other's ankle joint as his nerves began to rise.

Another squeeze, and another tap against his hand. Curiosity finally got the best of him, and he slowly bent to see Solar's face. Rotating his face a bit to see his eyes. The colours of the TV, made the orange optics almost look a pale yellow instead. They held each other's gaze for a while.

Then Solar let out a sound, something between a sigh and a breath. Glow featured turned back on, and his own eyes widened with surprise as Solar avoided his gaze. Tipping his head again. The ray tapped against his finger once more.

“It’s fine”

Solar's voice was rough, deeper than normal. And he double-checked his friend's face. But other than slight embarrassment he didn’t seem uncomfortable. He unlocked his arm fully lifting his hand. Hovering just below the one that had tapped him. But even though he was certain it was okay…he had to ask.

“If you are sure”

There was the tiniest of nods, and he leaned back. If Solar hadn’t pointed out how he had obviously been enjoying this cuddle session Then he shouldn’t make a big deal of Solar enjoying having his ray’s played with either. So he leaned back again. And let his fingers trace and play with Solar’s rays again.

He hadn't realised how tense the eclipse animatronic had gotten. Until it slowly unspooled from his body with every pass over his rays. He was categorising the sensations of how it felt, now that he was paying attention. The bottom-most ray was the smoothest of them all. The one above was a tiny bit more springy than the others. The one closest to his face, right next to the topmost ray. Was actually a little rusty. And it creaked ever so slightly every time it moved.

But it was the one below that. That had him worried. Slowly he had been massaging each ray separately. Gripping it between two fingers with circling motions towards the base and then back up.

But when he grabbed this one, Solar had seemed to stiffen up for just a second, before relaxing. And as he made his slow circling caresses to the centre of the ray. He was surprised to find a dent in it. That almost fit the shape of his fingers perfectly.

And when he got near the base…he was pretty sure he felt the beginnings of a crack. He didn’t dare put in any more pressure, and unless he rotated his head. He could not see the damage that he felt. But he feared the worst.

Solar had been very tightlipped about his Moon, and the exact things that had led up to him fleeing his dimension. He got more details than others. And everyone knew that Solar’s Moon tried to scrap him to bring his brother back. But there was time between that, and when they last spoke.

And he had a feeling a lot more had happened than Solar let on. This was not the first time he found dents that felt a bit too close to his own hand shapes.

He gently raked his hands through the other’s rays a few times, just to get rid of the thought. And the rays popped in and out of their housings and flowed with him so fluidly as he ruffled them ever so gently. Never having seen that much movement from them. The whole atmosphere was putting a content smile on his face.

He glanced down and saw Solar's head still tilted slightly up, with his eyes closed. Clearly enjoying the sensation. He couldn’t help the stir in his fans. This was the most relaxed he had ever seen him and it was because of something he did. Words tumbled out of his voice box before he could stop them.

“What does it feel like?”

He feared Solar might stiffen up again, But he didn’t, instead, he rested more against him. The half of his rays that weren't being played with, shrank back in their housings to better rest his face against his shoulder. He could feel the slight warmth of the other's glow that was still over his friend's face.

“Nice…just…nice….sensitive..but in a good way”

Solar's reply was, a bit more gravily and sleepy than normal, and he chuckled in response.

“I’m glad,”

There was a soft affirmation noise as he went back and slowly started massaging each ray again. Until he reached the damaged one. Focusing on mostly the tip, as it felt the most sturdy. He ever so gently went over the dent and crack again. And gently he whispered,

“What happened here?”

Solar tilted his head up to face him, but he didn’t let go of his ray. Still gently caressing it. And he looked down into those orange eyes. They were looking at him suspiciously for a moment. Until with a sigh, he mumbled

“I think you know”

He frowned, not liking that answer, and kept gently caressing the ray. He could see it better now with how close they were. There was a crack going towards the base of the triangle He gently coasted it out of its housing. The ray sprang out further until the entire base was visible., and there was a small chunk missing at the bottom. Between where it is attached to his face plate.

“I could repair it for you?”

He offered, but Solar only shrugged

“It doesn’t bother me.”

He thinks that might be a bit of a lie, but he wasn’t gonna call him out for it. But seeing the ray. Something is so clearly broken on his best friend. Filled him with an urge to soothe, and reassure. He didn’t really think, Just his concern and worry bleeding over he guessed. As he leaned forward and pressed his teeth against the tip of the hurt ray.

His glow clicked on as he pulled back and stared into Solar’s equally glowing face. Before he laughed a little awkwardly

“I-I um might be more tired than I thought. We should…plug in for tonight.”

Solar nodded.

“Yeah…Then I should probably…”

He trailed off and made to move off of him. And fuck no, that wasn’t what he wanted so he tightened the grip he still had on Solar's ankle. Solar stopped. Staring him right in the eyes again. Both still glowing profusely

“I don’t mind”

He mumbled, an echo of Solar’s earlier sentiment. And the glow that had been dimming slightly was back in full force. The hand that had been in Solar’s rays, searched behind the couch. Until it tangled around two stray cables and pulled them up. Handing one to Solar.

He really didn’t wanna be alone after being so close the entire night. He was embarrassed by his own actions, sure, but not uncomfortable. And he really hoped Solar was feeling the same, He hadn’t leapt away. Or tell him to not do it again, or to stop. Or anything.

If they just go to sleep like this. That was all he wanted. Solar had stared at the cable he was holding for a long minute. Then finally to his own hand holding the other cable. Before looking back up to his eyes.

“Will you continue..?”

Solar trailed off and with the hand with the cable made a jerky motion toward his own head and he nodded.

“If you want me to….will you lie back down and continue this….hug”

He almost wanted to say trap, but he didn’t and he swears he saw a ghost of a smile on his partner's lips.

“Sure thing, Moon”

His fans blasted loudly, and Solar chuckled. Leaning closer against him. Almost face to face. He was so focused on his eyes that he failed to realise Solar reaching behind him. Until he felt the warm click of his charger and port connecting.

Solar's smile turned into a smug smirk. And he felt his cheeks glow, so he pulled on Solar’s shoulder briefly, cable still in hand. Solar, not expecting it, swayed forward, and he craned his head just so. And left another kiss against Solar’s rays as he plugged him in.

The grip on him grew tight as Solar buried his face against his shoulder with a soft groan. And it made him chuckle in response and whisper a barely audible

“Cute”

Solar pulled back, and before he could register it fully there was a kiss being placed against the light side of his face. That was still glowing lightly. But after that, his arms started glowing as well. Solar avoided his eyes as he laid back down as before. His right hand quickly found Solar’s rays again to play with.

He should probably say something, anything really. But….

But…

But…

That would require a lot more thought than he currently had. The kiss had felt nice. He felt nice and warm and fuzzy and he wanted Solar close. He’ll think about the implications of all this later. It wasn’t gonna change anything between them right this second.

There was just one more thing left to do. He finally let go of Solar’s ankle, and warped it around his waist as well, tugging gently until Solar was draped fully against his front, giving his hand access to the other side of his rays as well. As he pulled a fluffy blanket from a bit further ahead around them both.

Solar let out a chuckle

“We are idiots, aren’t we?”

His face still felt flush but he had to agree

“Yeah, sometimes”

Solar pulled back slightly to look him in the eye again. Both of them are still glowing. His hand didn’t stop its movements, and one of Solar’s hands dinged his bell softly. It caused him to snicker slightly, which then made Solar snicker as well. Then that hand travelled further. Until it reached the side of his face.

He felt it being cupped gently, his own hand gently taking hold of one of Solars top most rays. He didn’t know who started it. It felt like he tugged at Solar’s ray down just as Solar turned his face up. And their faceplates met in the barest of kisses. Just their metal teeth pressed together for a brief few seconds.

As they parted he could the loud whirring of both their fans

“Good night” he mumbled slightly

“Yeah….good night. “

And Solar settled down again as he played with his rays. He replayed the last few minutes over and over again in his head. His chest was pounding, but it slowed down as he felt Solar relax against him once more. Having just enough presence of mind to briefly remove his hand from his friend to finally turn the tv off.

Before warping it back around Solar who squeezed him one more. Whatever was going on feelings wise could wait. So they could enjoy this moment just a bit longer. He closed his eyes and fell into sleep mode. The last thing he heard was a soft jingle of his own bell.

[phoenixtakaramono]

Butchlander F, T, X!

(This Ask is regarding this.) I got a little ahead of myself writing out tiny 🔞 hypothetical butchlander scenarios—and then belatedly realizing this was tumblr so I scaled back the intensity ^^;. Also, note, there are portions where I’m being sarcastic with the italicized letters.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Their default position is doggy style, because they’re both old men, it’s easier for Billy to hit his prøstate with Homelander’s back arched and his arse raised high, and the position is supposedly easier on the bottom’s hands and knees. Personally I HC this is probably one of Billy’s three favourite positions to see Homelander in because 1) he won’t have to see Homelander’s insufferable face so much in this position he can shove the handsome cunt’s face down into a pillow if he’s being too loud or annoying, 2) it’s probably the best “tactical” position that allows Billy to assert the most control and authority, 3) he can almost wrap both hands around that trim waist. Like, damn, have you seen how tiny Homelander’s waist is in that muscled supersuit? Man’s waist be so tiny like what do you need that tiny waist for? 🙄 For another man to grab it?? Whøre.

Put yourself in Billy’s shoes. Wouldn’t seeing this man’s smug face and attitude and acting like a general menace to everyone around him inspire feelings within you of wanting to “bully” him and “teach him a lesson, putting him in his proper place”??? Preferably on his hands and knees. ⬅️ This, by the way, is probably Billy’s second favorite position to see his enemy in, with Homelander knelt down and supplicated before Billy, and Billy putting his mouth to far better use than Homelander going about his day terrorizing the poor overworked interns, Ashley, or the general populace.

Billy’s third favourite position is the cowgirl (cowboy?) position, with Homelander riding on top of him. Billy seems to be very partial to women riding him in the show; I do not see why this wouldn’t hypothetically carry on over to Homelander when they copulate. Homelander bouncing on anyone would, realistically, probably shatter the person’s pelvis underneath if he’s not too careful and forgets to control his superstrength like what’d happened to Popclaw and her landlord’s pulverized skull—but luckily Billy’s V-ed up so his pelvis is safe.

Now, I headcanon Homelander’s favourite position, both highkey and lowkey, besides fucking in the air like how he did it with Stormfront, to be the missionary style, with whoever’s bottoming lying on their back, facing whoever’s topping, with their legs cinched around the top’s waist or pushed back. You could argue it’s a boring milquetoast wonderbread position for straights, but consider this: Billy Butcher has no choice but to look directly at Homelander’s face in this position. Sure, he can soften the blow by handcuffing Homelander’s wrists to the bed or tying him up they both know it’s purely symbolic because Homelander can break out anytime with his superstrength to give Billy an illusion of having a semblance of control over him, but Homelander loves it because 1) he’s probably been touch-starved during the formative years of his life we’re not counting the Vought scientists or Homelander’s own hand so any prolonged skinship and physical contact with his partner is novel to him and satisfies his curiosity/ craving for stimulation, 2) the position allows for direct pressure on his enlarged prøstate that’s both intense and stimulating it’s the best position because it allows the top’s d!ck to massage the prøstate or P-spot at the best angle, 3) he can feel when Billy shoots inside him, and 4) most importantly, the missionary position can lead to intimate lovemaking. The position allows their faces to be so close, allowing every thought and feeling to be transmitted on each man’s face.

In a way, it’s Homelander’s test for Billy. Billy cannot run away from him, from this, from whatever this is that’s happening between them, and from facing his f*cked up feelings for Homelander; that’s what Homelander wants. It’d be wonderful if, after reaching ørgasm, Billy’s d!ck stays inside him and the two men hold each other to gather their breaths. To withdraw straight away would be, in a sense, to reject the shared feelings; to reject Homelander himself. Homelander’s also a pretty needy, possessive narcissist; if Billy’s V-ed up, I can see Homelander having the compulsion to touch Billy constantly like a territorial beast scentmarking his favorite prey since he won’t break as easily, so it only sounds right that Homelander’s favourite position is missionary. If he must bottom for Billy, then it’s only natural that he’s a high-maintenance pillow princess who expects Billy to do all the work, as well as expecting a towel or soft pillow to be placed under him, etcétera. It’s also his favourite position if the roles were reversed, but that’s a topic for a different day (you requested for butchlander, Anon, so I will give you butchlander-themed answers and not homebutcher-themed answers 👌).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Eh. Personally I say not really because I think these two men prefer being hands-on with their partners and think toys are unnecessary during lovemaking there’s an unfortunate traditional macho connotation where the male partner would feel offended if their wife prefers or has to rely on a toy to achieve climax. They’re not that adventurous of a couple per se no, (outdoor) flying sex doesn’t count. But considering one of them is a superhero (HL) and has his own adult merchandise line with his Americana brand plastered all over it, it’d be a missed opportunity if they don’t so let’s say I can see it happening as a rare treat or as “punishment.”

Billy would have to be the first to bring it up—and Homelander would have to match his freak. Billy would derive a great deal of pleasure and entertainment subjecting Homelander to toys, because he thinks it’s funny to see Homelander stunned and embarrassed as hell when Billy surprises him with a stars-and-stripes massive d!ldo called the Star-Spangled Banger that’s supposedly a life-sized replica taken from a cast of Homelander’s own dong (Billy would never pass up the opportunity to make fun of him at his own expense, leering at him and taunting that Homelander’s obviously overcompensating because the real deal’s not that big) or red-white-and-blue butt plugs, chastity cages, what have you—and he tells him he wants to see Homelander using them. Because, as a patriot, Homelander oughta try out his own products. It would be such a shame if Mister America himself did not give them a test run. It’d only be honest and responsible of him since Vought is using his name and likeliness to produce these. (B: “Tsk, tsk. You wouldn’t want to cheat your fans with false advertisement and poor quality control, would you?”)

Any obscure Homelander-branded adult toy, minted or discontinued, indie-made or counterfeit, and even Vought’s unreleased experimental first prototypes, Billy’s made it a mission to hunt one of each down. Some people collect baseball cards; Billy collects Homelander-branded adult toys and merchandise. Although, ironically, because of this, Billy’s not beating the allegations anytime soon that he’s not one of Homelander’s biggest closeted (anti)fans.

Neither of them are bonafide 100% exhibitionists or voyageurs, but getting away with doing something naughty is a turn-on for the both of them—and Billy would go out of his way to inconvenience Homelander such as convincing him to wear remote-controlled bullet vibes to The Seven meeting or party, promising to reward him if he doesn’t get caught. Makes a whole game outta it. Wagers that Homelander can’t last; this infuriates Homelander and gets him egged to try to prove Billy wrong because he’s The Homelander, damn it, and he has “the restraint and self-control of a saint, so I’m going to make you eat your words, William!” Homelander would naturally anticipate that he’s going to win because how hard could it be? But for all that tough talk, Homelander’s set up to fail because with the gradual intensifying of the vibrations throughout the hour, Billy suddenly cranks the power up to maximum while Homelander’s mid-conversation—annnnd you already know what happens.

As for who’s using the toys, it’s fairly evident, because of Billy’s machinations, Homelander’s the one in the relationship using them. At first Homelander scoffs at the thought of it because unlike pathetic humans, he’s a god who doesn’t need to rely on the aid of a toy to achieve release but he’s eventually persuaded into trying them out because 1) his default competitive “Fuck you, I’m confident in my own masculinity, William; and I’ll prove it to you” after Billy taunted him and called him chicken, 2) he lacks agency with his lovers in general and usually just goes with their flow i.e. with what happened between him and Stormfront, him and Madelyn, him being on board with there now being a hot “evil” British guy who’s obsessed with him and claims he just wants to hurt him, etc (he’s happy with whatever makes them happy, if he’s the one providing it (he likes the concept of being perceived as a good supportive partner—and be praised for his efforts)) and 3) turnabout’s fair play so this is all Homelander’s evil manipulative masterplan to gradually ease Billy into the idea of using a toy himself for Homelander to watch—because he thinks it’d be sexy and he also wants Butcher to feel good.

But jokes on Homelander though because through gradual conditioning and repeated climaxes, if Homelander’s feeling particularly horny/lonely and Billy’s not there, and his hand’s not doing it for him, Homelander will fetch a box he’d hidden in the nightstand which contains his adult toys and his prized custom-made toy that’d been modeled after Billy’s own d!ck. In the bathroom or elsewhere, as someone who’s used to modeling and finding the best angles for the perfect shot that looks flattering on him, he could take a nude selfie of himself or film a short clip of him using it. And he’d then text it to Billy with a provocative message like “It’s not the same without you here :(” to get his British lover hopefully hot and bothered and quick to respond back. Don’t worry; his scandalous nudes sent via text are encrypted and hidden behind a conspicuous calculator app. In Homelander’s perspective, it’s a special treat that he’s bestowing him, teasing Billy like this, and it gives him a rush of power feeling desired and knowing the physiological effect he has on his former archenemy. He’d never admit it aloud but on his loneliest nights, Homelander may have used his favorite toy(s) to simulate the feeling of being penetrated by his lover and to work out the day’s stress that’d piled up. Butt plugs, I will have to say, is probably a recurring theme of their active sex life—because it can help prep and stretch the cavity and get Homelander primed for what’s ahead. Not to mention, if used right, it can serve as foreplay. This ties into a different Anon Ask I’d received about what a kink of theirs would be, so I’ll just ask that you check out that one for more detail about my HC for that it involves Billy’s canonically giving creampies, a breeding kink, and a butt plug. :)

Personally I HC that Billy is open to his partner using toys—it’s his CIA honeytrap training—but this is Homelander we’re talking about. So Billy would only be willing to give a toy a try after being subjected to much whining and wheedling from Homelander about how it’s unfair that it’s only been him and “I’d say ‘pretty please,’ William, but it’s my birthday/ our anniversary soon so this is the bare minimum I’m asking from you this time; you love me don’t you?”—until Billy reluctantly caves in to shut him up and uses a fleshlight or something under Homelander’s watchful eye. Ironically it’d lead to Homelander feeling irrationally jealous because of course he’d be jealous over an inanimate object pleasuring his lover. FYI, if Billy intentionally starts using it more often (he uses it more to drive Homelander up the wall and not because Billy likes using it per se), that toy will never be seen again in their bedroom. That one entire merch line will be recalled and forever banned because of one irrationally jealous petty Supe who uses his power and influence to make sure the unexpected threat to his love life is eradicated from this earth.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

…I presume because of the theme of the tag game that this has to be a spicy answer for the both of them, and not the boring answer. 🤣 I mean, show-wise, we already have our answer:

Underneath his Hawaiian shirts that he bares open at the chest, his trench coat, jeans, and untied boots, William J. Butcher wears his St. Christopher medallion—and whatever he wears for underpants (briefs? boxers?) if he’s not going commando. Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome is an intimidating, dreamy hunk of a man with a full beard, dark chest hair faintly smattered over his pecs, with that hair probably going down a faint happy trail that stops at a full bush up above his groin. And you know what they say about European men; I’m a massive believer that Billy has big dick energy and that he knows what to do with it. If given a choice between Butcher and Homelander, both Becca and Maeve would both choose Butcher without hesitation. William J. Butcher is a service top. He’s a bear with bad boy aura, and both women and gay men would stop in the streets to stare. That long sinister scar that skitters up Butcher’s brow to the side of his forehead only adds to his charm and mystique.

For Homelander, headcanon-wise, underneath the spandex supersuit and leather gloves is a naked Homelander with his blood orange you cannot convince me that’s red; that’s blood orange eagle-patterned briefs. If it’s a special occasion, he will wear a jockstrap or something more scantily clad like a g-string but I HC that, just like Billy, he usually roams around his penthouse in his full birthday suit (aka naked). They’re both middle-aged bachelors with their own bachelor-pads so they can wear whatever they like in their own home if no one else is around.

Now, his chest hair and a full bush…I am of the opinion that he waxes/shaves. Look at that full body GIF. Either he gets a full Brazilian wax or he shaves himself all over for that sleek, supple baby skin—to make himself more like marble. This way he doesn’t have to look at his graying pubic hair *snerks* if he’s bare all over. It’s only in S4 that he lets himself go to symbolize the man’s spiraling but otherwise I believe he used to have a full body and hair care routine, grooming himself meticulously. And unlike Billy who has a faint dusting of freckles on his shoulders, scarred tissue, and callouses, Homelander’s body is perfectly smooth and unscarred and his hands are deceptively soft to the touch (I’m of the opinion he cannot develop callouses considering his skin’s “invulnerability”).

Regarding Homelander’s d!ck size, I think it’s funny to imagine him as average or on the smaller side (and I will always enjoy the fics and fanart that make fun of him for that) for the joke of him over-compensating (it’s hilarious considering how big they made his show canonical strap-on and how big the costume’s codpiece is), but just to be contrarian and buck against the butchlander trend, I personally HC that he has a massive tool as well. It’s beautifully curved, extra thick and long, between 6"-9" when erect. 🤷‍♀️ Because, hey, there’s gotta be a reason why Madelyn or Stormfront and, to an extent, Maeve put up with his psychotic ass. He’s supposed to represent the pinnacle of humanity, so I don’t see why Vought scientists could not have somehow genetically engineered his schlong, when he’d been a test tube baby, to grow into a length which is “the most popular” size according to Vought’s sample pool of women. Now, you combine that with Billy’s emotional baggage—and now you have a very compelling case of this perfectly engineered d!ck being ignored and deliberately not put to its intended reproductive use. It’s for the good of humanity. There’s also something very compelling about the thought of Homelander with his hard erection swaying and leaking at the tip (each time he tries to touch himself, Billy slaps his hand away because he wants to see him to “come like a woman”) until he finally spurts, coming hands-free whilst being pummeled and milked by Butcher’s massive d!ck. At the very least, it’s a size or length or girth that is socially acceptable and that women would be impressed by but not too big that they’d look at it and flee the other way.

[candycorncremator]

Unfortunately lower visual quality than I wanted be because Tumblr only allows 10 images so I smushed them into three canvases instead of two post. Anyway beta trolls Headcanon and some thoughts below the cut.

Aradia

Aradia is the design I probably have the most experience drawing of the beta trolls purely because of how many zines I’ve drawn her in the last year. I like thinking of her hair similar to Pinkie Pies’ in g4 of mlp, where it’s very curly bouncy in her alive and godtiered forms but straightens out more when she’s ghosting up the place and in Aradia-bot form. I didn’t realize until a recent zine I had been drawing her horns ways too low for comic accuracy but I am a creature of habit so I keep drawing them like that.

Tavros

I’ve grown to love this kid because of my recent reread but I do not like drawing them. Between the Mohawk and the long, straight horns, I don’t care to draw their most important traits so he unfortunately only gets drawn in these group drawings. As for the one ear being pierced, it’s kinda a reference to cow tags but also I think it just fits them.

Sollux

Sollux a pretty easy character to design. I just have to imagine a greasy nerd kid growing up too fast for him to put on weight, add his troll bits and voila. The snake bites are definitely a hold over from the humanstuck I made for him last year but I think it just kinda add to his whole vibe. The undershirt comes from someone who also sits in a hot-ass room most of my days and will wears a second layer so leaving the room won’t feel like stepping out into a frozen wasteland.

Karkat

Karkat for me has always been short and stout guy. Other than that most of his facial features are taken from me, being someone who also over exaggerates their faces and nearly always is squinting a little.

Nepeta

Between all my designs of Nepeta the only thing that ever changes with any consistency is her hair. Like giving her cleft lip scar because I gave it to my fan-descendent of her and it’s cute.

Kanaya

Like two months ago I saw a post on here saying give that girl a nose (in reference to Kanaya) and it was the single most true HC I have ever seen. I also like completely throw out any references I have of her when I draw her hair because I think she should have 1930’s waves and curls. I typically only have to draw the super simple eyes so the only thing I had to change was giving her actual eyes.

Terezi

Got pretty comic accurate but probably would erase some of the chin to imply she’s fat a little better if I wasn’t doing this more rigid style.

Vriska

Also pretty comic accurate with the exception of the snake bites which is probably because I don’t draw her a lot and I don’t think about her much enough looks wise to have any specific head canons.

Equius

Goodness his hair gave me a struggle, kept on looking like a balding metal head until I added the pushed back stuff. Also returned back to drawing pseudo animal ears by giving him horse ears only angle to better fit a humanoid head.

Gamzee

I hate their make-up but every thing else about drawing them is a dream; goat ears, not straight hair, simple horns, silly little guy. What more could I ask for.

Eridan

And I’m almost done but unfortunately this doofus is next and requires the most detailed bust even in canon. Due to drawing them in this year’s 413 countdown I know how I like styling their hair and fins so I basically just chop the hair up since this is suppose to be during comic hcs and then follow their canon and Pesterquest designs with a few added features and boom. I was drawing everyone with the dark grey lips but I forgot for Eridan so I’ll just say they use concealer on their lips.

Feferi

Yippee! Back to ignoring canon and just giving her the biggest eyes on account of her glasses and cute piercings. I originally based her fins off of lion fish fins but they’re definitely more based off of betta ventral fin now.

[shiorimakibawrites]

Hey lovely, congratulations on the 300!

I'd like to hear your headcanons on Mikey or Frank (or both!) and how they'd act when they realise you're mad at them for doing something shitty?

😘

Thank you for sending in your request.

It was interesting to consider how both men would handle this situation. Here's my take on it:

Frank Castle

It never takes long for Frank to notice that you are angry with him, no matter how much you might try to hide your anger. For all his self-decrepitating remarks about being just a dumb grunt, Frank is perspective.

Being a straight-forward guy, Frank outright asks you what the problem is, why are you mad?

Now his exact reaction depends on what exactly he did to make you mad.

If it was something he did to protect you, Frank is not very remorseful. Some sympathy for your frustration but you are not dying on his watch. Been there, done that, not doing it again.

Otherwise, Frank is quick to say “Sorry, darlin’” but those words aren’t his real apology. Frank is an actions guy, not a words guy. So the real apology is doing something for you. Like making you a special dinner, pampering you with a massage, something like that.

After apologizing, Frank considers the matter closed. He apologized. You accepted his apology. He will avoid doing it again. Problem solved. He doesn’t dwell on it, doesn’t really want to discuss it. Because he’s very keen to avoid anything that could even theoretically mean digging into things that he’d prefer not to talk about (Maria, the kids)

Michael “Mikey” Kinsella

Mikey is quick to offer an apology once he notices that you are angry with him. Often before he even knows why you are angry with him. Because people seldom apologize to him after wronging him so he doesn’t like doing it to others.

Willing to discuss the incident from a problem-solving angle but is reluctant digging into certain related or underlying issues such as the Kinsellas’ illegal activities, his family in general, and his past.

It’s not that he wouldn’t acknowledge the role any of those might be playing in his behavior but Mikey bottles his thoughts and feelings about them since he is used to said thoughts and feelings being ignored, downplayed, or being pressured into ignoring them. So he views talking about it as pointless - after all no one cares what he thinks or what he wants.

Mikey doesn’t consider just saying “I’m sorry, pet” to be an apology for anything but the most minor of things. He knows words can be empty. So he tries to do more. Often this ends up being some kind of gift. Flowers, jewelry, a book, food, whatever he thinks you would like.

He knows that presents don’t fix everything or make everything all better but Mikey was only taught a limited number of ways of handling disputes with people.

[m1d-45]

I'm not sure if reqs are open, buy if you, can you please do something like this, but the reader is a teen? (15/16?) (Just like me irl lmao) (sorry if reqs are closed and for my blindness) ._."<3

still too young

a/n: straight up had no idea what to do for this one, so heres a vague assortment of headcanons about it. thank you for your request, and yes, they’re open!

word count: ~1.5k

-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma and the first sumeru archon quests, spoilers for albedo and razor lore, uhh people are unnecessarily rude to you, they kinda don’t see you as a person due to the nature of this situation—not all of them, but a major chunk. they’re simultaneously very obsessive and very lax. bad format.

-> lowercase intended!

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3

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right off the bat, things are going to be a lot different even as they’re very similar. when your main—who will be referred to as the favored for simplicity—finds you in the field, they still behave the same. theyre still going to be convinced that you’re the key to their god’s forgiveness, and though they’re surprised at your age, they don’t miss a beat. you’re too old to be so easily convinced, but you’re still too young to be wise enough to say no.

you’re tucked in the corner, a hilichurl’s club held tight in your shaking grip.

for the sake of this, we’ll say that you’ve been intentionally avoiding them, unwilling to taint your opinion of them. now youre cornered, and you doubt that teyvat can knit the bushes behind you tight enough to delay them. you don’t want to fight them, you don’t, but their weapon was still on display, shining in the early morning light as their shoulders heave with exertion.

they follow your eyes and dismiss it, carefully approaching you. the blessing of their god is lesser this time, but still powerful enough that they’re on the right track.

“hello,” they say, and introduce themselves. it’s useless, considering you know them already, but it’s not as if they know that.

when they prod for your name, you don’t answer, not even to give a fake one, and they frown. you do seem scared.. maybe they should try this from a different angle?

“i’m not here to hurt you,” they whisper, taking another step closer. “i promise.”

you’re too tired to think of resisting.

sumeru

• starting with this one first: no way in hell the akademiya is taking you seriously once it registers

• not a chance.

• the sages are welcoming(ish) at first, willing to allow this version of their savior—for who else could save them from their ‘god’s wrath?—to be… like this, but that must be because you want to better influence the young, right? you want to be relatable? this, all this is because you want to better be able to understand and talk to the newest generation, right?

• they’re like a corporation on twitter. that’s the nicest way to put it

• once they realize, through one mean or another, that no, you’re just young, this isn’t an alteration to your form, you’re being dismissed. you’re not their god, they don’t have to pay attention to you. they don’t have to pay attention to your odd sense of humor and whatever ‘based’ means in your eternally complex context. all they have to do is make you happy and keep you safe.

• (you’re not. to either.)

• to the sages of the akademiya, you’re a means to an end.

• if, by chance, you’re a tighnari / collei main, you’re a lot better off! they’re kinder, protective to a fault. you quickly become commonplace in gandharva ville, and integrate a lot easier. they’re probably two of the few to register you as the actual creator, but that’s mostly because theyre the ones who patch you up most often. it might take a while, but stick it out.

liyue

• more people who will laugh at you </3

• ningguang is the leader of liyue in every way that matters, and i just… i can’t see her taking a teenager seriously. you could lay out a 3-page, mla formatted—not that she’d recognize it—essay with cited sources, but she’d dismiss it all under the grounds of a minor grammatical error in line 4 of paragraph 5. oh, and it’s below the required word count for a report submitted to the qixing, so jot that down. you could use the words.

• in her mind, you’re just another task. something else to take care of, one that admittedly takes priority since you’re from their god, but still. she feeds you, makes sure you have clean clothes and aren’t sick, she keeps you safe, but it’s all hollow. keqing doesn’t care for you all that much—her creator’s on thin ice anyway—and though ganyu is kind, she can’t do much outside of bringing you a bundle of qingxin whenever you’re down(always). to the liyue qixing, you’re an assignment. one they can’t fail.

• if you’re a childe main, i’m sorry.

• if you’re a xiangling main, you have a chance at normality. she’s pretty strange but will be unlikely to turn you in or be harsh about it.

• if you’re a hu tao main, you also have a chance, just do your best to convince her not to bring you to zhongli. please.

• if you’re a zhongli main i’m sorry.

• can’t believe i almost forgot xiao, but i don’t feel i need to say much on the topic except for asking what color you want your shackles to be /hj

inazuma

• WOOO BOY

• R.I.P. to you, you had a nice run, good luck ever being able to leave the tenshukaku. the second the shogun sees you, it’s game over. to her, the people and environment are too inconsistent, too changing, too dangerous for somebody of your caliber. she’ll insist with iron eyes and a steel hand that you’re to stay there, where they can keep you safe. to her, the creator was the ultimate symbol of eternity—after all, what else is constant but creation? what else is certain besides the fact that new life will flourish, live, then die again?

• i’ll be one of the first to insist that ei =/= the raiden shogun, but it still stands that ei was still the one to give the shogun her commands. when she said to enforce eternity, her word was law, and when she says to keep you from leaving, she still carries that weight to her voice. what she says goes, and she says that you are to stay there.

• if you’re a kamisato main, rip.

• similarly, sorry to all the thoma mains.

• kazuha’s technically from inazuma so i’ll put him here: you have the best chance with him alone. the crux seem kind, but beidou is.. close with ningguang.

• if you’re a heizou main… play your cards right.

mondstat

• honestly? your best chance at living an okay life.

• they’re a nation of freedom! that isn’t to say they won’t vehemently press against you leaving the city—or springvale, if you’re smart about it—but you will have the most freedoms. they keep you from the kitchen and training grounds, but if you’re really interested then kaeya and jean might set up a very, very child-proof mock training set up for you. lisa also has a giant library, so guess what hobby you have now. sucrose and albedo may or may not let you watch—from a very safe distance with 10ft of protective barriers—and it’s a toss up as to whether diluc would even let you leave the manor, let alone mondstat.

• albedo mains are royally screwed. like you have a negative percent chance of ending up okay in this certain hyper-specific au. either he’ll keep you for evaluation and minor experimentation, or he’ll find out some way to keep you in the city / monitor your location. as a master(?) of khemia, he has a heavy interest in the creator. if you’re his chance to understanding it, them, and himself better, you are not leaving.

• quick fire: lisa mains have no chance, jean + noelle mains have an okay shot, and amber mains have a ~32% chance, diluc and kaeya mains are on the thinnest of ice. if you’re a diona main i have several questions but the only important one is who do you think she’ll turn you in to?

• if you’re a razor main 1) i love you keep up god’s work 2) you have one of the best chances! he’s not really involved with many people, just pray that lisa doesn’t find out about you. same goes for bennett, though he may be suspicious after a while and turn you in(his bad luck fades when you’re around sorry i make the rules)

• if you’re a venti main…. uh.

[masterjedilenawrites]

On this here February 1st, I'll be showing some love for the 21st Nova Corps, a unit lead by Marshal Commander Bacara and Jedi General Ki-Adi-Mundi. I couldn't find any other named clones from this unit outside of Bacara, and I haven't written for this guy before, so I'll do some headcanons just for him :)

The 21st Nova Corps

I did a quick dive on Wookiepedia first, and here were some things that stood out to me from what's apparently already been canonized:

The 21st Nova Corps has a reputation for being relentless and exceptionally conditioned/disciplined.

This is in large part due to Bacara having super high expectations, he will kick anyone who doesn't meet them out of the squad, even without Ki-Adi-Mundi's approval.

Actually described as being "at odds with" Mundi, though in another section was said to have a grudging respect for him.

Bacara utilizes aggressive tactics and is extremely strict. He ignores the recommended GAR practice for commanders to remain inconspicuous in battle, and instead chooses to lead his troops from the front.

He's described as a loner and stern. I saw somewhere he was besties with Neyo, too, and they developed combat techniques together.

With that foundation, here are some headcanons I have for him:

Doesn't talk much, but not because he's shy or emotionally constipated. He really only cares about war and rarely meets people who are interested in discussing the topic with as much passion.

Like seriously, he has no other hobbies or interests. Music? Never heard of it. Sports? Boring. Holo-films? Food? Knitting? Yeah no, he's already walking away from this conversation.

If he is comfortable with someone though, he can talk about battle strategies for daaaays.

Fucking hates milk.

Has a mind for improvement. Not quite a perfectionist, he just won't ever settle for "good enough" when something better is still achievable.

Thus, he's constantly working angles in his head, coming up with possible solutions, thinking outside the box. Even for common, everyday situations like getting out of traffic or folding the laundry.

Jason Bourne vibes.

Has one small tattoo on his foot, will never say what it is.

Natural at picking up languages. Fluent in Mando'a but can carry simple conversations in plenty of others. 

Spends his R&Rs pouring over wartime history/strategy books in the archives, with a beer.

If someone asked him on a date, he would straight-up say "why?" So confused.

He would be a pretty good partner, though, if he ever opened himself up romantically.

And if he could ever find someone who meets his high standards...

I also read that he was featured on a GAR campaign poster, and I firmly believe he secretly has a massive print of it taped to the back of his closet door.

Can not roll his tongue. Every other clone can and it pisses him off.

Has the best laugh you've ever heard in your life. He does use it occasionally, but very randomly. Not even his squad has been able to work out what exactly his sense of humor is.

His squad... All are just as intense and passionate as their commander. When they're not fighting, they're training to fight. There's no room for shenanigans or relaxing.

Other clones keep a respectful distance. They know the Nova Corps get sent to some pretty hardcore places.

Most of them have never set foot in 79s, or any bar for that matter.

Bacara goes every once in a while, because he does like a good beer, but he's very out of place. Just... kinda sits there... not doing anything...

He gets hit on a lot because he's smoking hot but has never taken anyone home. Not opposed to the idea of getting laid, but it would take a lot to catch his eye.

Eeeevery once in a while, when life gets a little too still and his thoughts wander past all the combat tactics and weapon factoids that are usually in the way, a deep and vulnerable feeling makes its way to the surface and almost cripples him: loneliness.

He has no idea what to do about it, so rather than face it like he would a charging battalion of droids, he instead pushes it right back down and moves on.

Okay but now I'm imagining Queer Eye showing up to help Bacara find some hobbies and a girlfriend 😂

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[sashkapi]

Kindall headcanons?

Oh, you want me to become an unskipable cutscene? /j

Kskfkksf ok, I put some of them before they would start dating

1. Already said that but Kick does likes getting Kendall's attention, so he sometimes messes with her on purpose and then denies it as "well, I mess with her because I don't like her"

2. Kendall, who usually comes first to the school, opens windows in some classes. She tells teachers it's because she wants some fresh air, but also there's a certain someone who doesn't respect doors as an entrance point and she kinda doesn't like seeing him hurt.

3. Their bickering sometimes goes into such a ridiculous territories. Why on earth someone like them would get into a heated argument about koalas?

They want to talk to each other and are used to doing so that way, that's why.

4. Speaking of which, their bickering is also their way of flirting. If you don't pay attention you won't notice, but it is somewhat obvious.

5. While Kendall does get scary when she's angry, she also hates when in that state she is not taken seriously. Kick started pretending that he likes when she's mad to piss her off even more.

And then he actually started liking it.

6. Kendall once mentioned that a lot of science related problems could be used as stunt prep and Kick now has no problems with math/physics/geometry. She teases him about the fact that she is so good at academics that she basically tutored him without tutoring him at all.

7. Gunther and Mouth are the only two people that know that Kick and Kendall are crushing on each other. Gunther doesn't interviene because he respects Kick as his friend and is wary of Kendall. Mouth on the other hand? That prick enjoys the drama and Kendall kinda has a lot of incriminating info on his shady deals so he has to keep his mouth shut.

8. There are some detentions Kick got that were unexpectedly cut short. Guess who's doing is this.

9. Some of Rock Callahan's films are based on books. Whenever there's a trailer for a movie based on a book she red, Kendall would tease Kick about spoiling it (she does that to Gunther sometimes too)

10. Whenever Kick has a grandiose stunt to do that attracts a crowd, he (unconsciously) would look for Kendall in that crowd. Boy is in a denial, but he still wants to impress her the best way he knows how.

11. After some time Kick started calling Kendall "Kends" occasionally, which gets on her nerves. If she refuses to call him by his nickname - he will give her one.

12. Kick and Gunther have a "Stunt book" - a journal they use to write ideas that they can't execute right here and now or use it for calculating speed, angles, sizes for ramps ect. Both of them doodle in that journal too. Of course among Kick's doodles there's drawings of a certain bratty rule-loving girl. He erases them most of the time but Gunther already knows so Kick mostly does it to keep lying to himself about his growing fondness of said brat.

13. Since they do fight verbally a lot, they also do seriously hurt each other feelings sometimes. Whenever Kick is hurt he becomes cold and bitterly direct towards Kendall and doesn't engage in their fights if Kendall tries to initiate them. When Kendall is hurt she straight up ignores his existence and if she has to talk to him out of necessity - she becomes so overly polite that it's creepy.

14. Adding onto previous, the ways they "apologize": Kendall would genuinely ask Kick if he's ok/hurt physically even if it isn't obvious that he was doing anything dangerous and "somewhat" compliment him like "You have to think about your safety too, even if your stunts are breathtaking I guess", while Kick would ask her to help him a bit with academics even if he doesn't need it, like asking her how to memorize history dates and names quicker or what was the themes of the novel that they had to read for literature and genuinely thanking her when she (while being creepily polite) helps him. It's not the best way, but at this point they are just not ready to communicate properly.

15. Based on my "Kendall writes adventure/romance novels in secret" hc: she unconsciously tends to make male leads in her stories danger-loving and stoic-y. She herself actually haven't noticed.

16. Kick thinks Kendall is beautiful. The thing is: he doesn't realize that it's just him. He really thinks that she IS beautiful when in reality others think that she is just "okay" by beauty standards. This can lead to an exchanges like

Kick: Of course that bratty teacher's pet has pretty privilege >:(

Gunther: She does?

Kick: What do you mean? Look at her! She does!

Gunther:... no she doesn't?

Ok. I have to stop myself or I'll be here the whole day, but yeah

I have an ask in my inbox that will be sorta like part 2 for this ehehehehehe

[slashthrashandcrash]

What are some of your personal headcannons for Ghostface in DbD?

ooohhh...

He doesn't know any of the survivors' names. At all. Regardless of how many weeks/months/years he's ran trials with them. Or he may be familiar with some of them but wouldn't be able to match a face to it. Why should he care what they're called by when they're just gonna be on the receiving end of a blade? It's not like there's really been an opportunity for a meet n greet thus far with them.

Conversely, he does at least know the moniker of all the killers, but there's only a handful that he remembers the true names of (i.e. Amanda, Frank, etc). Y'know, the few that he would actually hang around with outside of trials.

Aside from Frank, he calls the other members of Legions various nicknames. But not as actual terms of endearment, just because he can never remember who's who lmao.

This is a general headcanon of mine but I like to imagine since Susie is one of the youngest (15/16) killers that she's automatically everyone's favorite annoying little sister. This extends to Ghostface, who has no problem admitting that she's his favorite out of all the Legion brats (especially in front of said Legion brats).

He doesn't know fuckall about the art of photography. Lighting composition, lens or angles -- don't know her. Goes off purely by vibes. It just so happens he also has a natural talent and artistic eye, so he never needed to learn the foundations to make his photos look good. Like being able to play an instrument but not be able to read sheet music.

He likes feisty girls, the ones that will kick and spit and fight back. He doesn't care for the soft ones that cry and beg for their life and are just overall pathetic in the face of death, where's the fun in that? The bark and the bite are what makes it all the more sweeter to subdue them with a knife in the stomach after they had almost escaped his grip.

His little floaty ribbons act as dog tails whether he realizes it or not, betraying any strong emotion that would have otherwise been hidden under his mask and unflinching stance. They'll stiffen straight if he's surprised, flick lowly at the ends when he's angry, wag when he's excited--

Before the fog, when he was still Jed Olsen and however many previous fake identities prior, he used to wear makeup to hide the collection of scars on his face courtesy of former victims. He's plenty familiar with color matching and foundation/concealer setting, he could do a natural full face with no problem.

Due to moving across states so many times and having to create new identities with it, he's also changed his accent to reflect whatever location he's at to better blend in at the locals. By now, since he doesn't have to mask that any more, he talks with the worst mashup of regional dialects you've ever heard. You can only pick up his natural southern twang when he's speaking with some kind of intense emotion (anger, excitement, etc.)

[morganaspendragonss]

hello! just saw "FIC REQUESTS OPEN" and I thought I will try :D if you are not interested  - please just ignore this ask :)  So, I saw the gif set when Carlos says he will grab the food and TK says he isnt hungry. So since TK went straight to the firehouse it means he didint eat anything, probably since the previous day. So what about little angsty moment, what if TK faints after he assures Carlos he's fine? Adrenaline crash, fatigue, dehydration etc extra points if they find any bruises on TK's torso ( my headcanon is that he hit himself during the turbulence, he just can't feel the pain because of the adrenaline :D ). But as I've written before, if you don't have the time, if you don't feel like it, if you don't like the idea, just ignore it :D Have a great day, hope you're well!

hello! you're probably not still here but here's your fic! sorry it took me so long lol ao3 | 921 words | not everything after the plane crash is as okay as it seems also for @anyfandomdarkbingo - dehydration

“I’m okay, babe, I promise. I wasn’t hurt.”

Carlos runs his gaze over TK again, his heart jumping once more at the bloodstains covering his t-shirt. It’s one thing being told it’s not TK’s, and a whole other thing convincing himself that it’s true. TK isn’t the type of person to come out of a plane crash unscathed. 

He bites back the are you sure? threatening to break free and pulls TK into another fierce hug, clutching the back of his jacket in his fists. There are more I’m okays whispered into his shoulder, but they only make Carlos hold on tighter, needing the (living, breathing) proof that this is real. 

But the acrid stench of smoke and engine fuel lingers in the air and TK’s hands are warm on his face as he pulls away, and Carlos’s breath shudders as relieved sobs build in his throat. 

“What…” he starts, but pauses, his gaze flitting back to the ambulance and the plane beyond it. It doesn’t look too bad from this angle, the exploded engine and blown out window hidden on the other side, but Carlos can’t forget watching as it had tilted dangerously in the air, black smoke forming an ominous cloud.

If TK had been anywhere near that window…

“How close were you?” he asks instead. “The window… How close?”

TK breaks eye contact for a moment, wincing, and Carlos almost knows the answer before he speaks. “It was our aisle,” he admits. “The woman in the ambulance…she was in the window seat next to me and Dad.”

Carlos looks again at the blood on TK’s shirt, too much to mean anything good, and he’d seen the state of the woman before she’d been loaded into the ambulance. It so easily could have been him lying there, and then who would have done the saving? TK could have died, and it was Carlos who had bought that ticket, Carlos who had put him on that plane.

“Hey, baby. Carlos, hey.”

TK’s voice breaks him out of his spiral and Carlos looks at him through suddenly blurry eyes. Thumbs swipe across his cheeks and TK smiles, even though Carlos can’t comprehend how that’s even possible for him right now.

“I’m here, baby,” TK continues. “We’re all here. Nobody died. Can we go get some food now?”

A startled laugh breaks free and Carlos nods, then kisses TK once more. He’s glad TK’s hungry; his last full meal had been the post-softball lunch Carlos had dragged him too, and unless they’d grabbed something before it all went to shit, he hadn’t eaten since, except the snacks as they set up for the party last night. Carlos’s mother would have his head if she found out.

“Yeah, of course,” he says, wiping his eyes dry. “Let’s go.”

They begin to head over to where Owen is waiting for them and Carlos’s heart is starting to calm, anxiety loosening its hold on him as he realises – yes, this is real. TK is okay, and they’re going to go home and Carlos isn’t going to let him out of his sight for at least the next week.

And then, TK stumbles.

He apologises and tries to laugh it off, but when Carlos looks at his boyfriend, TK has gone alarmingly pale and there’s a clamminess to his hands that corresponds to the sheen of sweat across his forehead.

“Babe?” he asks. TK turns to him but stumbles again, and Carlos has to grab onto his shoulders to stop him from falling. “Okay, I think you should sit down.” He looks over and finds that Owen has already flagged down an airport medic, so he focuses all his attention on TK, who is wavering in place but still trying to walk.

“I’m fine,” TK says again, and this time Carlos knows it’s not true. “Seriously Carlos, I– Woah.” He stumbles and squints, a hand going to his chest as he starts to pant. “Maybe you’re…right. I… I don’t…”

He looks up at Carlos, eyes going wide before they roll back in his head and Carlos has to support him to the ground.

“TK?” he calls, but TK is out for the count and he’s relieved when the medic arrives beside them. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” she asks, so Carlos does, quickly running her through everything since finding TK on the tarmac. She hums and reaches to pinch the back of TK’s hand, then attaches a blood pressure cuff to his arm.

“His blood pressure is too low,” she confirms when the machine beeps. She packs it away then sits back on her heels, looking over at Carlos. “When was the last time he ate?”

A flush rises on his cheeks and Carlos can’t meet her eyes as he admits, “Yesterday.”

“I thought so.” She rifles through her bag and then there’s something being pressed into Carlos’s hands; he looks down to find himself holding a small packet of saltines and a bottle of water. “He’s just dehydrated and hungry,” the medic explains. “He’ll come around in a minute.”

As if on cue, TK groans and squints against the harsh midday sun. Carlos helps him into a sitting position and the medics backs off, though she hovers close by just in case.

“I’m fine,” TK grumbles before Carlos can even say anything, though he must still feel pretty awful judging by the look on his face.

Carlos just laughs and hands him the water and crackers. “Have those, and then we’ll see about that.”

[alaynestone]

You don’t have to post this if you don’t want. I just wanted to say I was one of those curious, openminded fans willing to entertain the idea of samjohn (mostly bc deanjohn feels so congruent with canon + there’s so much interesting meta on it that managed to convert me + incestuous households usually affect all of it’s members) but just like you said I was immediately put off by the blatant character assassination that pervades everything from fics to edits to the propaganda in that incest poll lmao.

I guess that’s the major difference - deanjohn requires little to no stretching of imagination bc it already fits seamlessly into canon, whereas samjohn almost demands ooc shenanigans to work.

I also just found the way fans talk about it nauseating for some reason, though that’s likely more of a reflection of my own personal triggers. I love digesting incest narratives, but the fetishistic angle of that blog really makes my stomach turn. That’s not a moral judgement on anyone else’s enjoyment btw! Just another reason why this ship didn’t resonate with me.

thank you for sending me this. it's clear that a lot of people feel the same way.

when i first joined fandom, the few j/s fics were straightforward evil!john non-con. not my thing, but i understood why it was written that way. then came the inexplicably popular fandom creation of "sexkitten sam" which continues to pollute the entire sam/dean fandom and of course extends to other ships too. i'm not even gonna get started on why that's "problematic" because that's not the point, it's not remotely in character. even as an exaggeration sam is not the kind of person to attempt to find agency in outward submission or objectification. he's very vocally not compromising his identity to please his family and especially john. dean is more like that so when you have sam acting like a fetishized pinterest aesthetic moodboard version of dean and dean acting like an old man from wattpad i'm understandably left squinting at the screen. then it's genderswapping sam and using that as a personality eraser because women are automatically submissive and naive and trad?

who is being converted by all this when it has nothing to do with sam, john or even dean? where is dean in all this actually? a core aspect of their family is that dean is closest to both sam and john who rarely had much opportunity to bond without him. there was a distance between sam and john throughout sam's childhood and adolescence. most of his parental needs were being fulfilled by dean even if that was never enough. their situation with their father wasn't the average one where they were simply 2 kids fighting for his attention.

for the most part j/s appears to be about "envying" dean's position in the family. it's about diminishing or straight up erasing dean and more notably about feminizing sam. either directly or otherwise. people generally seem to have big issues with the fact that sam is a man and confidently so. most of the annoying tropes in wincest fandom have this at their core. and of course in order for sam to be "the woman" dean needs to genuinely and authentically be the most stereotypical of cishet men. it's very transparent because right from the start the show poked holes at dean's performance of masculinity. it was very much the point. dean's gender issues could fill a book yet any alternative interpretation of sam and gender seeks to cast dean as the oppressive bigot who would never get it? stopping here before i get off topic but to make myself clear: in theory i respect headcanons i don't understand, but not when they spitefully exist to deny dean's depth in every possible way.

to return to my point about dean's pseudo spouse and mother position being enviable, it misses the point of how harmful john's parenting was to both of them. it's no coincidence that they both view themselves as the unfavorite. dean believes he's taken for granted, only valued for what he can give, how well he can perform his roles, how successfully he could play at being an adult even before he hit double digits. dean can't just exist and be himself while sam is uncompromisingly himself. because of that he believes john doesn't like him, never liked him, rejected him, didn't have time for him, didn't trust him enough with the family secrets, even when those secrets directly concerned him. as of season 1 he still has contempt for dean for what he views as unquestioning obedience to john and letting himself be molded by john. dean had to fight for every scrap of approval and affection and sam refused to do the same if it meant sacrificing his own needs and identity. not everyone reacts to abuse the same way and both characters are very much shaped by their different reactions to their environment. and any j/s shipper argument that is built on the idea that sam was the one john loved more is not only gleefully mocking dean's parentification but ignoring that sam being comparatively sheltered and treated like a son is yet another reason why john would not cross such a line with him. dean "gets it", dean lost mary too, dean is his partner and his confidant, dean can handle adult responsibilities, dean is loving and supportive, dean isn't making him confront his parenting failures, dean can't say no to him. like you said, it doesn't at all stretch the imagination to make j/d fit into dean's backstory. "you are not a child" - "i never was".

as i have been saying, any remotely ic exploration of j/s would have to follow both j/d and s/d. i can't believe in a universe where j/s is the only incest that happens in the family. i think a theoretical plausible j/s fic would have to not only accept but embrace its adjacency to the 2 ships that are compliant with the canon. but whether sam knows for a fact about j/d or not, there's no way he isn't severely impacted by the proximity to that relationship in a number of ways and that's a very compelling dynamic in its own right.

tldr i agree with you anon. people can read and write whatever they want but there's a big difference between incest subtext that is believable and just saying things in a way that's meant to provoke.

[masterqwertster]

Maybe 20. From the touching prompt list: bandaging/stitching up an injury. Do you think Ashton can get stitches with his skin?

No, I don't really think Ashton can get stitches. Not unless you're using, like, an industrial needle meant for poking through a lot of tough fabric. And even that feels a little iffy given the strength requisite to punch through means you're kind of running the risk of just straight up stabbing them with the needle and making things worse. But I have had a solution to No Stitches sitting on the headcanon backburner for a long while, so I'm thankful for the motivation to flesh it out. Also, this is going in Metamorphic

Sealant for My Wounds

Ashton is 13, almost 14, the first time he gets stabbed.

The wound sluggishly bleeds their wine-dark blood as they hold a cloth against it, listening to the others argue about how one is supposed to apply stitches.

“You've got to dip the needle in booze!” Zeeland insists.

“No, the booze is for the pain,” Sally argues.

“Yeah, you're supposed to put the needle in fire,” Bennet agrees.

“What?! No! Are you trying to burn them too?”

“We at least need hot water to clean the wound, yeah?” That one gets a general murmur of agreement.

Ashton lets the chatter about the best way to handle this wash over them. 

It fucking hurts. A throbbing in his side with every heartbeat. The pressure to minimize the amount of blood escaping his body. He’s never been hurt like this before. A hurt that sinks into him, past the surface of his skin. Deeper than a scratch, a cut. Sharper than a bruise. What will it feel like when it’s not so immediate? Ashton doesn’t know, is half intrigued and half afraid to find out. And a little bit dreading when this will happen again. (There’s no if about it. Not in a place like Bassuras. Not when all he’s got going for him is a body that can take a hit and dish them out)

Eventually a plan of action is decided upon. The needle and thread are prepared, the wound washed, and the burn of stolen alcohol washes down Ashton’s throat. (It’s certainly distracting, that coughing burn in their throat. They’re not sure how anyone can enjoy it without being some sort of masochist)

Jeto has the needle while the rest of the group has hands on Ashton to hold him down. Getting stitches isn’t supposed to be a comfortable process, yet it’s one that the patient should hold still for. And they know that Ashton, despite his slighter frame, can out muscle any one of them.

It’s a tense moment as Aston waits for the first tug of a needle through skin. A moment that stretches… and stretches… and stretches, even as they can feel hands at their side, pressing against the wound, causing it to spark with pain.

“Just fucking start already,” Ashton grouses, getting impatient for it to be over already.

“I’m trying! The needle’s not going through your fucking skin!” Jeto snipes back frustratedly.

“...What?” Ashton whispers, fear slithering down his spine. If he can’t get stitches, how the fuck are they going to hold the stab wound shut so it can heal right?

“Just gimma a sec. Probably just need the right angle or something– Fuck. Shit. Piss,” Jeto curses, hands moving away.

“Jeto?” Ashton asks nervously.

“You’re fine. Needle’s just bent. Shit.”

Fuck fuck fuck. Is Ashton going to have a hole in their side for forever? They can’t close the damn stab wound without stitches!

“Give me the needle. I’ll do it myself, since you’re weak as shit,” Ashton panics, already pushing against the hands holding him down.

“First off, rude. Secondly, this isn’t about strength. Anyone else, and I could have jabbed the needle all the way in with the kind of strength I was using,” Jeto testily explains. “No, the problem here is you’re a fucking rock person and our needle isn’t gonna punch through rock.”

Ashton stills at those words, fears confirmed. 

“...What do we do?” The words slip out, quiet and scared.

“Keep an eye on it and hope the caretakers give a fuck if it gets infected or some shit,” Jeto says in a practical tone with a shrug.

And they do. But it’s so fucking slow to heal, while any sharp moves or blows cause it to start bleeding again.

Ashton doesn’t find a solution until he’s left on the ground after a fight, watching his dark blood bind the dirt and sand into mud. Some strange instinct that never existed in him before insists he gather the earth bound in his escaped blood and return the whole mix to the wound it left. His rational mind screams that this is stupid and exactly how wounds get infected. But packing and plugging the wound with something to stop the bleeding isn’t that stupid. And at the worst, the wound will get infected and the caretakers will throw a fit about having to get a proper healer to fix him up.

And Ashton is an earth genasi, so maybe…

He follows the instinct. Scoops up the almost clay-like slurry and presses it into the aging stab wound, into the larger gashes this recent fight has left him with. 

It doesn’t feel bad. (It feels right. The earth returning their strength, their health)

He doesn’t tell the others what he did. Ashton doesn’t want the lecture, the arguments, the proclamations of idiocy. It’s not like they know how Ashton’s body really works anyways. Sure, it’s the same shape as a half-elf’s, but they’ve all already seen that the stone composition of it changes things. So who the fuck gave them the right to judge?

The others find out. Of course they do. 

But by the time they know, Ashton’s already found that those strange instincts were correct. Their blood mud sealed the wound, stopping the bleeding reopenings of the injury. And weird as it fucking is, their body seems to be integrating the mud, compressing and shoring it up into the same stone as the rest of them. Even small cuts heal faster with blood mud.

They call it fucking weird and strange (and creepy behind his back), but Ashton can’t find that he necessarily disagrees, even if it does make a strange sort of sense given his elemental nature. Mostly he’s just glad to have a solution for when he needs stitches.

So yeah. While I thought of the "blood mud to seal wounds" way before the titan blood reveal (actually back around when I first started writing Rockin' It, back during the Museum Heist), at this point, I'm kind of inclined to make it a titan blood thing. Ashton is just so wholly of the earth because of the titan blood that shoving dirt/mud in their wounds is helpful, like slip or sealant or daub.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

9. (Hate or Love) at first sight with RED Sniper and BLU Spy (Enemies to Lovers, or just homoerotic enemies since youre not writing a novel here. Btw youre doing great so dont worry about rushing through all your asks <3)

❤️Red Sniper + Blu Spy💙

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Ah, homoerotic enemies to lovers, my beloved 🫶🏻 Finally writing this paired with the fact that someone asked for Bloodysuit headcanons works very well, I'm sure. Uh! I added a bit more than the original prompt because I have this idea that I need to speak on❗️Also, this means I'm finally chipping away at all this piled up content! Would you believe I have over 40 requests piled up? Anyways! Enough about me. let's get to the gays.

Per the last fic with red and blu mercs, I'm just going to call them Sniper and Spy, they are red and blu respectively.

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Sniper, even though he would never admit it, likes to recall the first time he met Spy, even if it was the start of his most infuriating rivalry.

The sun was beating down on everyone, making it unbearably hot. Sniper leaned back on his chair, stretching out slightly before quickly getting back into position, scoping the battlefield.

He stopped when his sights landed on Spy, hidden in the shade. Now maybe Sniper should have taken the shot right then and there, killing the man before he even became a problem, after all, that was his job, but he found himself unable to, only managing to stare him down. He was fussing with his clothes silently, probably despising the heat, not being used to the hot days, Sniper found himself enamored by watching Spy, wondering why he seemed so out of place. A weird mix of annoyance and intrigue washed over Sniper, and he found himself wanting to know everything he could about the strange man. He wanted to be close to him for reasons he's still not sure of. He knew the feelings rising inside him were a problem. He shook the memories of the term "love at first sight" from his head. That couldn't be right. He looked like such a pompous bastard, so arrogant, so, oh. He knew know why he was so fascinated, Spy pissed him off. That was all. That had to be it because that was a lot easier than Sniper having to admit he fell hard for a man he didn't even know. The mix of emotions in Sniper's head made him confused and rather irritated. So he did what anyone would do in order to cope with strange new emotions. He took a shot, sending a bullet drilling straight through his skull. Direct hit. He found his feelings muddled by his newfound pride in how clean his kill had been. He let out a soft chuckle and went back to work.

A little under ten minutes had passed before Sniper was distracted by a soft creak behind him. His hand slowly reached for his machete, but he was too slow. A knife to his back made him drop to the floor. He looked up as his vision faded to see the smirking face of Spy looking down at him. When he found himself back at the respawn, he knew his feelings had to be hate, and that this was the beginning of a battle. A battle he was determined to win.

That was about six months ago, and the fight between the two had only gotten more intense. Both sides were prideful and ready to best the other until one day, the outcome was different. Sniper found himself watching Spy through his scope, something that had become a routine lately. He'd find himself staring for a moment too long before taking the shot, admiring the man before him. He had tried to convince himself it was all out for trying to take the perfect shot, to get the angles just right, but deep down, he knew why he was really staring. He knew he had stared a second too long when Spy glanced around quickly, and a smirk quickly sprouted on his face as his eyes locked on to where Sniper was hiding. 

That look, so smug, reading him instantly and wordlessly. Sniper had been caught. Spy now knew Sniper was too distracted by staring at him to take the shot. That set something off in Sniper, breaking his concentration for just a second, his line of sight being broken just for one moment as he pushed back from his scope, he found himself being caught off gaurd, an emotion that came very rarely for him, he also found himself embarrassed. He figured Spy would find a way to use this against him, even if Sniper managed to blow his head clean off, speaking of that. Sniper's attention was regained quickly as he scrambled to realign his sights only to find… nothing. Of course, what else could he really expect? That Spy would stay there for even a second longer and just let himself be killed? He could only sigh, knowing Spy would be around soon enough. He held his hand over his machete, not moving away from his spot, hoping to somehow surprised Spy when he entered the room. And as if on que, he heard a slight creak from behind him made him fully grab his machete, getting up quickly to defend himself, but Spy only stood there, lit cigarette in, looking as pretentious as ever. It was laughable that even amidst the battle, he still seemed so keen on keeping up his appearance of class and elegance. Sniper could only bring himself to stare at him. Confused.

"You seem to have a staring problem, Bushman." Spy teased, his smirk from before creeping back. "I see now your insistence on seeking me out has been more for personal reasons than a true desire for composition." Sniper seethed quietly, infuriated that Spy seemed to have so much control over the situation, that he was so smug, that he had the upper hand. Then it clicked. Sniper walked closer to Spy, neither Sniper nor Spy's confidence wavering in the slighted. Sniper reached a hand out, grabbing Spy by the collar, no doubt ruffling it,

"So what if it is for me? I highly doubt you don't like the attention." And in that momen, Spy's facade cracked, as his looked changed in a way Sniper still can't decode. But it didn't matter. In Sniper's mind, the falter was enough to signify that he had won. He could only bring himself to laugh, now having to debate on killing Spy or watching how things would play out from here. Maybe he'd do both. Maybe he'd do neither. It's a fine line between love and hate, but Sniper had the rest of the match to walk it.

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Gay men, GAH!! I might have taken the subtext out of homoerotic subtext, but oh well, and I may also have gone feral a couple of times while writing this, but hey, at least it's done now. The rest of the flufftober prompts will get done soon, I swear, I'm going to get all these ask answered stat! Excuse any, um, possible plot holes, and anything that might not make sense, i am very tired rn :,) Sorry again for the long waits Pro! Hope you enjoy <3

Embarrassing how many times I rewrote this 💔

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I’m surprised I haven’t caved and done this yet, but I NEED to talk about how fucked up it is that ole Papa Ricky missed out on prime ace/aro representation via Leo Valdez in favor of? Ruining part of his character arc? Let’s get into it.

Essentially, Leo’s entire character is based off of the loser boy who relentlessly flirts with anything that moves because he’s desperate. We see this in almost every book until he starts to get serious, and of course when the Calypso plot line begins. IGNORING THAT ENTIRE SECTION OF THE BOOKS, and instead looking more closely towards the whole “seventh wheel” thing, I would very much like to point my gay little finger and declare Leo on the a-spec.

Leo as a character is very performative, and we see him taking the role of the comedian, or the resident funny guy along with his throwaway usefulness as the engineer and repairer. In his POV multiple times we see a deeper exploration to his thoughts and actions, while in everyone else’s eyes, he’s just annoying, funny, and hyperactive. While this is an entirely different post I should be making in the name of Leo Valdez and all of his quirks and flaws, I also think that this inherently plays into the loneliness and separation that we see over and over again casting him as the third/fifth/seventh wheel.

I think there’s also something very telling about that desperation. Besides Rick very quickly throwing him into a romance to solve most of his “problems”, a lot of the earlier books show him flirting and throwing himself at women, but there’s no SUBSTANCE to it. In my personal experience, and in something very often seen in the aro/Ace community, to fit into social norms, you often try to attach yourself quickly to people, or convince yourself and your peers that you are experiencing crushes/attraction for a way to fit in to conversation and convention. Unintentionally, Rick wrote this little playboy character who is SO EASILY read as queer, specifically ace/aro!!!!

While we can only give the books so much credit for diversity and representation (as they are written by a cishet white man well past his 30s), the way that Leo is written so stereotypically gives me FUEL to headcanon that he is better than written. I like to think of his third wheel era with Piper and Jason as a sort of PART 1 to this realization, and then PART 2 comes around with Hazel and Frank. There could have been so many silly interactions if he was actually pursued as a queer character, and I will forever rage because of the sloppily thrown labels after HoO with Nico’s coming out arc.

(Once again, big W for the representation being shown, but I do have some issues with the execution)

I just imagine Leo, confused, watching these relationships on the Argo II and taking notes about what romantic attraction looks like. He has messy notes scribbled on his palm like:

-Laughs at joke that is NOT funny because they are blinded by love???

-Look like idiots holding hands and staring into each others eyes

-‘I would die for you’ but in a sexy way (aka how to date in demigod 101)

-Whatever the fuck Percy and Annabeth have going on

Relationships, specifically romantic ones, seem to be the only way that Rick truly allows important interactions to happen. What happened to declaring your loyalty but in a platonic sense? What happened to fighting for the power of friendship? What happened to Grover?!?!!!

I also truly believe that there could have been an entirely new angle explored between Nico and Leo’s relationship, and how they could’ve become tentative friends after Leo comes back from the dead, especially after the death of Jason Grace. I see perfectly an interaction that would go something like:

Leo, approaching Nico wearily at the dining pavilion: hey man, how did you realize you were gay?

Nico, not paying much attention, absolutely destroying a bowl of cereal: didn’t like women, liked men

Leo, nodding seriously, knowing full well that he isn’t gay but also not straight: I see…

ADDITIONALLY there could have been such a fun friendship with Piper and Leo if Rick Riordan wasn’t a coward and actually gave Piper a character arc where she was established as queer instead of just sprinkling it in at random. Piper, as a daughter of Aphrodite, with that ‘love sense’, I truly believe they’re could have been such fun scenes such as:

Piper, suspicious that Leo isn’t straight: so…you have any crushes?

Leo, panicking because now he has to think of someone who could reasonably be seen as someone he was crushing on: uh, um, uh, what’re you? A cop???

Piper, getting literally no vibes of any attraction whatsoever from Leo, throwing her tf off: uh, maybe

This also leaves the very real, very hilarious question of what Leo would see if he ever met Aphrodite. As Jason sees a lot of Piper, and Percy sees basically just Annabeth, I think it would be interesting to have an internal dialogue of Leo meeting the goddess of love and having her features shift constantly to try and fit an impossible attraction by melding together traits that are stereotypically pretty or beautiful.

Not all of this was entirely coherent, but I have very strong feelings on this headcanon and I am HORRIBLE at articulating anything in a way that makes sense. Thank you for, once again, coming to my Teddy Talky.